Sarah can't hold her liquor.

The wine bottles were exciting to me. As the sheltered girl I was, I had never even considered drinking before I was 21. The idea of getting to do something so adult with Lidia, the older woman who had made it her life's goal up to this point to treat me as her living baby doll was enthralling. I remember distinctly thinking to myself that this could be a turning point in Lidia and my relationship. Maybe I could be cool just like her.

I shudder reliving this new memory at how wrong and naive I was.

It didn't take Lidia long to find my mom's wine glasses at all. She quickly went to the kitchen, we the bottles of wine down, and opened the precise cabinet where the glasses were located. I shot her a confused look. How did she know where those glasses were?

Lidia caught my look. As she reached into a drawer and pulled out a corkscrew, she responded to my unspoken question.

"Baby, don't look so confused. I've drank her dozens of times. What do you think I did after I tucked you in for an early bedtime?"

That made a lot of sense and eased my concerns a little.

"Oh, good," I said nervously, watching as Lidia pour two large glasses of white wine, "I don't think I should drink though. I mom found out, she'll demote me back to third grade!"

Lidia smiled at me in response.

"Oh, don't be a spoil sport, it's your birthday weekend and you deserve to have some fun, right? I promise I won't tell your mom. I've never told her about our other secrets, right?"

I blushed at being reminded of the numerous weekends I'd spent with Lidia crawling around in a soiled diaper.

"No, you're right. You really promise you'll keep this a secret?" I asked hopefully.

"Of course!" Lidia said, handing me a glass.

I felt reassured. So, without hesitation, I took a big drink from the wine glass. I then immediately spat it out. It didn't taste like juice at all. Lidia laughed uproariously.

"Sweetie! You've gotta take it easy! It looks like juice, but doesn't taste like it. Why don't you try again, but just take a sip?" Lidia offered.

I obliged. I took a sip of the wine and made a face. This time, though I was able to swallow it though.

"Great, now, how about we get some jammies on, I'll order a pizza and pop some popcorn, and we can have a rom com movie marathon?" Lidia offered.

That sounded wonderful to me. After years of being **** to watch Disney movies while suckling from a bottle with Lidia, the idea of drinking wine and watching romantic comedies with her felt almost too good to be true.

The rest of the night went excellent. I switched into my most comfortable pajamas and spent the night lounging on the couch and bonding with Lidia, who, for the first time in my life, was treating me as an equal rather than some stupid little toddler.

As I drank more wine, I started to get used to the taste. My head got fuzzy and my inhibitions dropped with each sip. I suddenly saw the draw of drinking. By the time 2 am hit, Lidia and I had finished both bottles of wine and I was feeling pretty good. When I stood up though, I couldn't walk straight. Lidia giggles.

"Oh, sweetheart, you are wasted. Let me help you to bed!" Lidia said as she stood up, grabbed me by the shoulders, and guided me to my bedroom.

I smiled stupidly. Drunk and happy with my new found friendship with Lidia.

"Lidia, you know you are the... uh... best, right?" I slurred drunkenly.

Lidia laughed, "Yes, sweetheart, I do. Now let's get your drunk little butt to bed!"

I laid down in bed as Lidia directed, and, probably mostly out of habit, let Lidia tuck me in.

"Goodnight Sarah," Lidia said as she closed the door to my room.

"Goodnight Lidy," I said as I closed my eyes, feeling the world spin around me.

I couldn't help but smile as I closed my eyes. This was the perfect way to celebrate becoming an adult.

The next morning did not go nearly as well.

"Oh my god, Sarah! You said you haven't wet the bed since you were 13? You naughty little liar!" Lidia's voice woke me up.

"What? Yeah? I don't wet the bed anymore," I groaned, sitting up and feeling an uncomfortable cool wetness around my groin.

"That is not what your bed and pajamas say Little Missy!" Lidia said, throwing the sheets off of me and exposing my shame. She immediately pulled out her phone and took a picture.

"You know I have to tell your Mommy about this right? This is NOT the behavior of a real adult!" Lidia said.

"Please, don't! I thought we were friends?! This really wasn't even my fault, it had to be the wine!" I pleaded.

"Baby, you know if your Mommy finds out about this, and I didn't tell her, I could get demoted for being immature too, I have to tell her. Also, you are not going to complain about this anymore. If you do, I am going to tell your Mommy that you stole wine for me and your demotion will be MUCH worse," Lidia said.

"You... you wouldn't..." I stammered.

"I would, now, be a good girl and tell your Mommy about your accident," Lidia says, pressing the call button on her phone and handing it to me.

I almost wet my bed again right there out of fear of how my mom was going to react.