She demotes Sarah to 10 years old.

I am shaking as the tone of my mom's phone ringing resonates over the receiver of Lidia's phone. Lidia is hovering over me, watching my every move, making sure I do exactly what I am told.

I don't have any idea what to do. For years, I'd been dreaming about getting out from under my mom's thumb. The freedom of moving across the country to go to college was so close. However, I could feel my dreams evaporating like the piss drying on my panties. What was I going to do?

There was no way I wasn't getting demoted out of this. If I tell the truth, I would be admitting I am an immature bedwetter and mom would take away my adult privileges. If I lie, Lidia would certainly narc me out to my mom and the consequences of wetting the bed and lying would certainly be worse. I couldn't even blame Lidia and the **** for this. If mom found out that I was drinking, I knew that would be the worst situation.

So, when Mom answered the phone, I picked the best of my bad options.

"Hello, Lidia? Is everything ok?" I heard my mom's voice coming over the receiver.

"Um, hi Mom, it's not Lidia, it's Sarah," I said meekly.

"Sarah? Why are you calling me on Lidia's phone? What's wrong?" Mom asked with a tinge of concern in her voice.

"I'm okay, but, I, I have something I have to tell you," I continued hesitantly. Lidia continued to stand over me, listening closely to my conversation.

"What's wrong? You know you can tell me anything baby! I love you no matter what!" Mom said.

I smiled at her reassurance, but it didn't make my next statement any easier.

"Mom, mommy, I, uh, had a little accident last night, and I, uh, I wet the bed," I start to break down in tears about the shame and humiliation of admitting doing something so childish to my mother. I deserved to be demoted. I could feel it in my soul.

"Really? You wet the bed? You haven't done that since you were 13!" Mom said, sounding surprisingly happy with this situation.

"Yes, it's been a long time," I said to Mom between my sobs.

"Oh, baby, don't be sad! All little girls have accidents sometimes! I'm not mad at you at all! But, you're 18 now, so you must know what this means. Adults don't wet the bed. If you did, I can't keep treating you like an adult," Mom said, still sounding unsettlingly excited about the situation.

"Please, Mommy, it was just one accident! Can't we just ignore it? I am so close to getting to go to college. All of my plans? What will happen to them! Please don't make me a baby again!"

"Ssshhh, baby, it's okay. I'm not going to demote you all the way back to diapers. You know, some big girls have a hard time keeping their pants dry at night too. You'll still get to go to school, just, probably not college for now. How does spending a little time back in adult grade school sound?" Mom said, trying to be reassuring.

"Grade school? Mom, please, don't do this, please!" I pleaded.

"Sorry, sweetie, I don't really have a choice. I'll email the Age Readjustment Agency after this call. From now until you earn the right to be treated as someone older, you will be treated like a 10-year-old," Mom announced.

"Mommy, please!!!" I begged, but mom cut me off.

"Sarah, I would stop and think about what you are doing right now. I have been kind and am letting you keep some big girl privileges. I have not reached out to the ARA yet. You will accept my decision, or, do you will end up back in preschool!"

That threat shit me up. I immediately closed my mouth and changed tacks.

"Ok, Mommy. Thank you for letting me be treated as a 10-year-old," I said, still sniffling.

"Good girl, now, please hand the phone back to Ms. Lidia. While she wasn't hired to be your babysitter this weekend, that's going to have to be her job now. Please be a good girl for her. If I hear about you putting a foot out of line for her, I might just have to reconsider how old you really are."

I swallowed nervously as I handed the phone back to Lidia who was grinning with a familiar predatory gleam in her eye. Lidia grabbed the phone and immediately turned on speakerphone so I could hear her conversation with my Mommy.

"Hello, ma'am, it's so unfortunate that little Sarah wet the bed last night! I thought she grew out of that years ago. I guess she just isn't as big a girl as we thought she was, huh?" Lidia said.

"Yes, it's so unfortunate. Thank goodness you're there though! I know I just hired you to come over and have a good time with Sarah this weekend, but, given the situation, would you mind switching back to babysitter mode until I get home? I'll pay you extra, of course," I heard my mom say.

"Of course! Sarah is always such a LITTLE angel to care for, babysitting her again is no problem. I have to ask though, how old of a little girl am I watching?" Lidia asked.

"She's 10, for now. We'll reassess based on how well behaved she is though," my mom responded, "I am going to need you to help me transition Sarah through her demotion though. Are you okay with that?"

"Of course, she won't be the first demotee I've babysitted or the last, I'm sure. What do you need me to do?" Lidia asked.

"Well, I had a feeling something like this might happen, so I am prepared. If you go up to the attic, you'll find a number of boxes labeled with Sarah's name and various age ranges. I need you to grab all of Sarah's adult things--her cellphone, clothes, computer, ecetera--and pack them in the box labeled, 'Sarah - Adult.' Then I'll need you to grab the appropriate box for her now, bring it down and unpack it. Sarah should be willing to help you with that. If not, let me know and we can talk about further, um, readjustments," Mom explained.

My jaw went slack. I know I shouldn't be surprised that my crazy, overprotective mom would be prepared to demote me once I grew up. However, hearing just how prepared and organized she was was overwhelming. I suddenly had the sinking feeling in my stomach that, if my mom got her way, the last few days I was an treated like an adult would be my last.

"That sounds perfect, ma'am! I am sure that Sarah will LOVE to help her readjustment. I'll let you know if their are any problems," Lidia said.

"Thank you Lidia. You really are the best. What would I do without you? Please let me know if anything else comes up!" My mom said.

"Of course! Enjoy your trip! Little Sarah is in good hands," Lidia made eye contact with me before hanging up the phone.

Once the phone was disconnected a broad smile crossed Lidia's face.

"It looks like I have my favorite little baby dollie back! This weekend is going to be great!" She said.