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Have you ever had a bad day at school? Did the class bully push you
around? How do you deal with it? A bubble bath of course!
Disclaimer: This is fiction so please treat it as such. Mr. Bubbles is a
trademark that is used without permission but no slander is intended. I
the author reserves the right to repost. Originally posted at BCTS. Many
thanks to Holly Logan and Sephrena Miller for their help in making this
readable!
Splish Splash!
By
grover
Paul struggled though the kitchen back door, half dragging his book bag.
Cursing his small size, he half threw - half lifted his bag onto the
table. Wincing at the bang, he hoped his Mom hadn't heard. If he was
lucky he could change in the laundry room and keep his current sorry
state of affairs to himself. That hope was dashed as she cleared her
throat behind him.
Mary Noel wondered what had happened to her son this time. He was mostly
covered in mud and it looked if his shirt was torn. She knew it was hard
on him starting at a new school, but also knew that no matter what had
happened, he would just say he fell. Her husband Peter was a good man
and father, but he couldn't completely hide his disappointment in his
son's small stature and lack of anything reassembling athletic ability.
Peter had been a real jock in school, but hadn't let that turn him into
a jerk. One of their first fights had been over Paul starting growth
hormones. Sighing she asked, "Paul, what happened?"
Turning to face his Mom, Paul guiltily looked at the somewhat clean
shoes that he had carefully wiped before coming in so he wouldn't leave
incriminating tracks. "Hmmm... I fell, Mom. I'm sorry." He was really
hoping she would leave it at that and he would not have to tell her
about getting jumped by Jack the Dragon again. Paul had nicked named him
'The Dragon', after reading Tolkien's "Hobbit" because Jack reminded him
of Smaug. Jack had been held back not once but twice, so he towered over
the rest of his fifth grade classmates. Paul, who was the smallest of
them all, had become the dragon's favorite punching bag.
She knew he wasn't telling her the entire truth. Mary suspected that
Paul was being victimized by a bully. The problem was, Mary wasn't sure
what to do about it. Her jock husband's advice to "Stand up for yourself
and fight back!" doesn't work when you are under a hundred pounds. She
felt that was at least part of the reason why her son was being evasive.
If she pressed him she could get him to confess, but that wouldn't solve
the problem.
"If you said you fell, then you fell, but if this happens one more time
I'm going to have to get involved, understand?"
Paul tried not to let his relief show. Having to sit though another of
his Dad's "You just punch him out and he won't bother you anymore"
speeches. Just how was he supposed to do that? Jack was over a foot
taller than he was. Paul knew his Dad was frustrated with him for not
following his instructions, but he couldn't help it!
"Yes Mom, I'll be more careful next time."
She folded her arms, feeling the situation with Paul was coming to a
head. Peter, the big lunk, was at a loss at what to do. Just like
always, when faced with a problem his brains couldn't solve, he fell
back on bulling his way though. It might work fine on a construction
site, but not for problems involving undersized 11 year olds.
"Alright young man, you better get cleaned up before your father gets
home. I'll go ahead and wash your clothes, so you had better hop in the
bath."
Paul was ecstatic to be let off the hook this time. "Mom, would a bubble
bath be okay?"
She kept her face from smiling back at her son. He had always enjoyed
playing with the bubbles, and she had never had the troubles with him
that his sister Jackie had given her about baths. It was another omen of
the looming trouble with Peter was he thought Paul was too old for
bubbles, but had carefully avoided calling it girly in her hearing. He
did ask her to stop buying it, and when the last was gone no more would
be forthcoming and as a compromise she had agreed. She and Paul had
rationed what was left with a miser's hand. The fact he had asked for
it, demonstrated to her more than anything else, that her son had indeed
had a bad day.
"Just as long as you remember that when this bottle is empty there isn't
anymore. Yes, you may have a bubble bath."
Grinning he quickly ran to the laundry. Mom made Dad change downstairs
in there so he wouldn't bring his "Construction site into her living
room." Now everyone kept extra changes in there to keep from tracking
dirt into the house when extra dirty. While hopping on one foot, pulling
up his shorts he dropped his muddy clothes in the laundry sink.
Mary started her son's bath, sad that Peter had a point. Paul was
growing up and was getting too old for her to baby like she used to.
Reaching for the Mr. Bubbles bottle, she was surprised when it felt
empty. Had Paul used it all up and not told her she wondered. But that
didn't feel right. Suspicious she tried to open the bottle and had her
intuition confirmed when she found she couldn't open the bottle. "Peter
Noel!" she swore.
Her husband always over tightened lids and caps, and it didn't take long
for her to guess her husband had welched on their compromise. He must
have poured the rest out, Argh! Well, two can play that game. She
thought they might have some more bubble bath downstairs in the basement
where all the yet to be unpacked boxes were being hidden.
As Mary headed for the basement, 'Oh husband of mine we are going to
have a little talk!' "Paul rinse off your stuff in the sink, I'll be
right back."
Paul answered, "Sure, Mom." He was washing the gritty dirt down the
drain when his eye caught the pink of some of his sister's stuff peeking
out of a basket on top of the dryer. Woefully he looked down in the sink
at the results of Jack the Dragon pushing him into a mud puddle. It
wasn't enough for him to be picked on for being the new kid and being
small. Looking over at the so soft flash of pink, he began to wonder if
he had even bigger problems. More and more Paul was feeling that
somewhere, somehow he had ended up a boy, when he should've been a girl.
Thinking about the troubles with he was having with his Dad right now,
he shuddered, considering how Dad would react to news like that!
Mary, watching her step, descended into the cluttered basement. They'd
had a pre-closing house inspection that testified that dangers such as
termites and radon gas weren't present, but she still smelled something
down there. Jackie and Paul said they thought they smelled something as
well, but didn't know what... Peter had given them all a patronizing
look and said he didn't smell a thing.
Thinking of him reminded her why she was down here in the dungeon. There
it was, right there on the shelf, Mr. Bubbles. To her surprise it was an
older looking box, rather than the bottles she always bought, which
meant it was something that had somehow been left behind by the previous
occupants. The box was just like new, and hadn't even been opened, just
an older style. As much as she wanted to shove her beloved husband's
face into his high handedness, she wasn't about to endanger Paul.
Checking, she saw no signs of tampering or damage to the package at all;
no expiration date or shelf-life status was printed on it either.
Opening the box she sniffed, finding only the familiar scent, and it
wasn't caked or anything. Mary, chewing on a lip, decided she would test
it first before letting Paul try it, but only because she knew how much
he was looking forward to this. Going back up the stairs, she made a
promise to herself that Paul would have an entire case tomorrow, right
after Peter, unknown to him, got up from the couch where he was going to
be sleeping tonight. Shutting the door behind her as she turned off the
light, she missed seeing the brilliant pink luminescent ooze that lit up
the basement walls.
Paul finished and tossed the wet clothes into the washer. Making a
supreme effort he passed Jackie's stuff without touching it, thinking
instead of his coming bubble bath. Bubble bath, Yay! Almost skipping up
the stairs, he hurried because he knew they were on the clock. Jackie
would be home from school soon, and it was possible she would snitch on
them. She had become almost impossible to live with since she started
high school, as if that changed anything. He ran into his room to grab
clean clothes and then charged to the bath.
Mary followed the directions on the box and almost had second thoughts
on seeing just how pink these bubbles were, WOW! She still didn't smell
anything but the normal scent, and tested it with her hand. Okay, no
irritation or discoloration. Hearing Paul run in she said, "Young man,
you know better than that. No running in the house! Here, put your hand
in the suds. If it feels odd, or starts to burn, take it out at once,
Okay?"
"Whoa! Now those are bubbles!" They were so pink they seemed to glow.
"Sure Mom! Just like with any new shampoo, right? You test it first, and
if it's okay, you go ahead and use it. Are you sure this is Mr.
Bubbles?" he asked, half afraid that it might be something of Jackie's.
If it was, she would be sure to tell Dad, but he knew he'd had enough
for two more baths.
She smiled, thinking he was afraid of the girl aspects of using his
sister's stuff, although as pink as this stuff was, she would think any
male would run for the hills! "No burning, nothing odd?"
"No Mom, it's fine." He enjoyed the feel of the bubbles and blew them
into the air.
"Fine, but if you start to feel anything, get out immediately and call
me, understand?" She gave her son a stern glance as she left him. 'They
do grow up so fast,' she sighed as she closed the door.
"Yes, Mom." Paul rolled his eyes at her back and gleefully splashed into
the pink wonderland. Bubbles flew everywhere, as if they had a life of
their own. Shooting the door a distrusting eye, he used the bubbles to
give himself a bubble hairdo and breasts. It was fun to imagine himself
as a her, but the tingling of the bath felt so good after being chilled
by his mud bath that he lowered himself down until he was almost
submerged in pink. With a smile he closed his eyes while the stresses of
the day were swallowed up by pink bubbles.
Mary checked the clock. That son of hers had been up there for nearly an
hour. Getting up she went to chase him out of his bubbles, for the rest
of the family would be home soon. Knocking on the door, she called,
"Paul, come on and get out now. Everyone is going to be home soon."
Paul's eyes shot open in alarm. 'Oh no, I dozed off!' He clumsily got
out of the tub, noticing the bubbles were no longer as pink as before.
Feeling a little odd, he toweled off and wondered if he had stayed in
too long, for his skin was really tender. "I'm drying off now, Mom!"
Her eyebrows rose, 'That didn't sound like Paul!' Taking a deep breath,
she knew she should've checked on him earlier. Now he would be
embarrassed because she would have to check to ensure he was alright.
"Paul I'm coming in to make sure you're okay."
"Mom!" Paul protested as his Mom walked in.
Mary eyes boggled. "Who are you? Where's Paul?"
There was no sign of her son, just this girl standing there. She was a
small, about Paul's height, but with longer, lighter colored hair. Her
eyes looked a lot like her daughter Jackie's, except green instead of
blue. The expression on the girl's face was one of shock and confusion.
That was pure Paul.
'It couldn't be,' she thought, 'Paul was having a bath ... Paul
disappears ... and leaves this girl behind that looks just like his
sister at his age.'
"Paul?" she asked uncertainly.
Paul stood there wondering what was wrong with his Mom. Why didn't she
know him?
"Yes, Mom. It's me. What's wrong?" he asked, turning to look into the
mirror to find out what his Mom was looking at.
Her eyes flew opened in disbelief. 'That's me!,' she thought, touching
her face.
The Mr. Bubble box sitting on the sink counter caught her attention. In
bold type it read, "Mr. Bubble gets you so clean your mother won't know
you, Copyright 1963."
In a daze she looked down. "Yep, cleaned it right off."
There was a thump as her Mom slumped unconscious onto the bathroom
floor.
The End
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