Published: November 21st 2020, 3:02:42 am
Charles was going for his monthly run to Costcut when he decided to buy a new pair of glasses.
"Do you know what your prescription is, sir?" asked the nasally-voiced woman behind the counter.
"No, fraid not.," He said, taking off his glasses and wiping them clean with his lenscloth. He held them out to the woman. "Can't you just test these and get the same prescription?" He squinted at the fuzzy vaguely woman shaped blob in front of him, but couldn't make out the expression of distaste on her face.
"No, sir," she said finally. "Your vision may have changed since the last time you were examined. We really do recommend an eye exam. Only $60 for glasses, $120 if you want conacts."
"Well, geez," said Charles, putting his glasses back on and mentally checking his pocketbook. He cringed when he realized he'd have to put some of his shopping list on hold til next month.
"Huhhhh...okay. Fine. I'll do the exam for glasses then."
"Great. Go on in to the waiting room, the doctor will be right with you."
He headed into the waiting room and sat on the cheap plastic bench seat. It was somewhat uncomfortable. Little more than a iron bar with seat bottoms glued to the top - like they had taken the worst features of benches and chairs and matched them into one. He was adding together the prices of benches in his head when a customer walked out of the doctors office and toddled past him. He was after all, an accountant, and numbers were his world. He watched as a large man with a very thick bulge in his sweatpants waddled past. A distinct scent of baby powder followed in his wake, as well as a loud crinkling sound. The man grinned and sucked his thumb, looking over at Charles. Charles coughed and looked away, shifting uncomfortably. He knew it wasn't polite to stare but he couldn't help peeking at the man's wide backside as he spoke with the assistant to go pick out frames. He was wearing a diaper for sure.
"You're next!" came a voice from behind him.
"What?" he jumped up, startled.
"You're here for an eye exam, right?"
Charles saw a thin balding man with very short orange-brown hair and a white coat before him. He let out a sigh of relief.
"Oh, right. Eye exam. Yes, that's what I'm here for!"
"Come on in. I'll take care of you," said the man. Charles could be sure, but he felt like the doctor meant more than just an eey exam. He felt silly even thinking it the second he did, so he just followed the man to the first open door office and sat in a plastic swivel-chair. There was a large round counter with several different machines set around it.
"Oh I forgot to ask, do you have to use the restroom before you begin? Sometimes these exams take a while, and you might not be able to get up and to the restroom on the other end of the store right away.
Charles did feel a slight twinge in his bladder, but he ignored it. He didn't want to trek all the way across the gargantuan Costcut just to use the restroom.
"No, no, it's fine. Let's just get this exam over with."
"Alright, suit yourself," said the doctor picking up a clipboard and taking a seat inside the circular counter.
"Do you smoke? Do you have any history of diabetes or blood pressure in your family? Any history of incontinence or other medical problems?"
"No. No. Yes... wait... what was that last one?"
"Other medical problems?"
"Uh, no." Charles could have sworn he heard something else. Why would they ask about incontinence?
"Okay, would you take off your glasses and look into this machine. Good. Now you should see two red lines. When they merge together the machine will beep."
"Got it."
The lines came together and beeped several times. He was then asked to sit back, and the doctor pressed a button which rotated the counter so the next machine was sitting in front of him.
"This will test your periperal vision. Just press the button whenever you see the little red dot."
Charles saw several red dots on the periphery of his vision and he pressed the button each time he saw them. It was a bit disorienting, but he was able to do it just fine.
"Very good. You're almost done," said the doctor. He gave a sly smile, but Charles was unable to make it out as his glasses had rotated away with the first machine.
"Okay, next you are going to feel a puff of air. It's a bit uncomfortable, so don't be too surprised."
Charles but his chin on the chin-rest of next machine and the air puffed in his eye. He jerked his head back and nearly wet himself in shock.
"You seem to startle very easily, Charles." said the Doctor, whose smile had never left his face.
"Wait, how do you know my name?"
"I have my ways," said the doctor mysteriously. Charles was astonished. "Actually, the assistant put it in the system when you paid."
He let out a sigh. "You had me going there, doc."
The doctor just laughed.
"Okay, almost done, the next one is going to melt your brain. Just kidding, it's the color test, go ahead and look through the viewfinder. You'll see several colored circles made up of dots. There's a number inside each circle. Go ahead and read it out as I slide each one past. Very good. Yes, count the numbers. Counting down. You're doing so well. Okay, it's okay if you can't see some of the numbers, just let them slip past. That's good. And if you get a little sleepy don't worry about it. Yes. Charles? Charles? You're done Charles."
The doctor snapped his fingers and Charles came too. He must have been very engrossed in the test. Strangely he didn't feel like he had to go to the restroom anymore. He panicked as he reached down to feel the front of his jeans but they were dry. He sighed in relief and reached over for his glasses, but they weren't there. Of course they weren't, the doctor had rotated the counter. He reached over to the other side and squinted.
"They're right there," said the doctor, pointing to a spot just out of Charles' reach. He got up and reached over and wouldn't you know it, he knocked the glasses to the floor.
"Oh, darn," he said, stepping forward to see where htey'd fallen. That's when he heard a loud crunch.
"Oh. Shit. I'm screwed now. I couldn't my his way out of the store without my glasses, let alone drive home." Charles began to panic.
"Don't worry, Charles," said the doctor, rushing forward and rubbing Charles's back. He ducked down to pick up the shattered frames and clucked his tongue. "We'll figure something out. I told you I'd take care of you, so just trust me. Let's go to the exam room and get your numbers, okay?"
Charles just nodded, trying not to cry and let the doctor lead him by the hand like a little kid to the next exam room.
In here there was a chair almost like a dentist's chair with a big optical mechanism that swiveled down. Charles had done this part before - they would call out the numbers and ask him which looked better.
The doctor started with the Eye Chart and Charles couldn't make out a single letter.
"Well that part was quick. Let's try it with the lenses on."
The doctor swiveled the contraption down so it covered Charles' eyes.
"One or two?" the doctor asked, through several iterations on each eye. he did this until the letters on the chart were very clear to Charles.
"Okay, looks great. We'll try this with both eyes, then each separate. Please look at the chart and read the letters aloud."
"I M A N A B D L"
Very good. Next line?
"I G O P P ... wait. Is this a joke?"
"What do you mean?" asked the doctor sounding honestly perplexed.
"What that spells? Come on. I'm an ABDL? I go peepee?"
"Those are just random letters," said the doctor, still sounding confused. "And what's an ABDL?"
He really didn't seem to know, and Charles didn't want to be the one to tell him.
"Uh... I don't know, I'm sorry, I guess it looked like it was spelling something." Charles felt very foolish and he was glad the contraption was hiding his red face.
"Okay, well I think we got your numbers set," said the doctor slowly. "Let's just... take this contraption away and I have one last test for you. Let me just get my mind wiping ray ready. Look into the light."
"Huh?" Charles was suddenly blinded by a bright flash of light. The doctor was shining some kind of beam into his eyes. He was too shocked to move out of the way in time and now he was blinded as well.
"Okay, looks good. Take a moment for your eyes to adjust and you can go and pick your frames."
Charles' vision cleared and his mind was still intact. Another of the doctor's weird jokes. He shook the doctor's hand and walked out to talk to the assistant.
"I don't know how I'm going to pick my frames if I can't see them."
"Oh, don't worry I can help with that. Trust me, I'll take care of you."
He reluctantly followed along as the lady helped him try on several glasses.
"These look cute on you. They're the same ones the last customer picked. Very chic!"
"Sure sure, I'll take them. Just let's pay for them so I can go figure out how to get home since I broke my glasses."
"Oh, you did? I'm sorry to hear that! Okay well, you're lucky because we grind them right here. If you're willing to wait a couple hours then you could have them right away instead of waiting."
"Really? Oh that would be great. I don't even mind waiting that long as long as I can see again."
"You might consider getting a backup pair just in case..."
"Let's just see how much this is gonna cost me first, huh?"
Sure enough, he had just enough for the single pair. He paid and signed a form. And then another. A surprising number of forms for a simple eye exam.
"What are all these forms? I can't read them at all?"
"Just keep signing, they're almost finished."
He signed wherever she pointed and handed her back the stack.
"Excellent. You're all set, kiddo. Just sit right there and wait til we call you, okay?"
Kiddo? What was tht about? This was the weirdest optometrist's office he'd ever been to.
"You get what you pay for, I guess," he said to himself, shaking his head.
Charles waited a couple hours. The doctor came out and chatted with the assistant. It felt like they were talking about him but he couldn't really make out what they were saying.
The urge to use the restroom had returned tenfold by the end of the second hour, and Charles was really squirming, but he managed to hold onto his pee just barely until they called him up.
"Here's your prescription Charles, thanks for coming to see us!"
"Thanks!" he said, and he grabbed the glasses and put them on.
Despite all the strangeness of the visit he was happy to have his new glasses so he could continue his day as normal.
Except not. Everything was clear to him now, but it looked strange. The letters on signs looked like indecipherable glyphs, and most people looked huge. The colors of the room were very bright, and many of the objects around him looked somewhat infantile - lots of stuffed animals and toys and things like that. Aside from the huge people were many children and toddlers running around. The toddlers were at least as big as the man who had waddled past him earlier. He took off the glasses and everything was normal. "What the?"
He put them back on. Bizarro land.
"I can't drive with these, he thought... and he went to take them off but something stopped his hand. He looked over It was the doctor, now towering over him.
"Charles. I'm sorry, looks like you got the customer's prescription by mistake."
"Clearly there's been a mistake, but what am I seeing?"
"You're seeing the world through his eyes, of course. That's what we do here. Help people see the world through their eyes. If he puts on your glasses I'm sure he'll be seeing numbers over everything he sees and making calculations in his head.
"How did you-"
"That's not important now, Charles. Unfortunately your prescription won't be ready for a little while, but luckily we're closing up shop. Why don't we leave those on you for a bit, hmm? It's better than being blind."
"But... but I..." and then Charles felt it. He felt a warmth between his legs and realized he had lost the battle of the bladder. However instead of feeling the pee soak his pants and run down his legs, it seemed to be contained around his crotch area. He looked down and through his glasses he could see he was wearing nothing but a diaper and a baby blue shirt. The diaper was getting yellower by the second.
"You know, I think this look suits you," said the Doctor smiling down at him. "Yes, I think this is the right prescription for you." Charles whined and reached for his glasses, but his hands were stopped once more.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," said the doctor. "Not unless you want to find yourself in very wet pants in the middle of the store. Think of the mess! Is it really worth it?"
Charles stopped... "Okay, maybe when I get home then?"
"Just come with me," said the doctor, leading Charles by the hand to his car. "Ladies, I'm headed out. I have a wet little boy to take care of, I'll see you next Tuesday!" They waved goodbye as the Doctor strode forward. After a few steps he just picked Charles up. It seemed easier than waiting for him to catch up every other step.
"In you go," said the doctor. He opened his brightly colored buggy, painted yellow and red like a toy car. Then, he set Charles into a large carseat. He strapped the man in so he couldn't get out, then he secured his hands to the sides so he couldn't take off his glasses. He was much too strong for the tiny Charles to resist.
"There you go. nice and secure. Wouldn't want you taking them off before the effects become permanent, now would we?"
"What? Wet me out! Do it wight now!"
"Now, now, is that any way to talk to your new Daddy, sweetie? Now I've got some fresh diapers at home to change you into, but if you're gonna be a fussy pants I might just have to punish you first."
"Why awe you doing dis?" asked Charles. He gasped. "Wat happenin to my boice?"
"Oh sweetie, I'm afraid you're turning into a toddler. But don't worry, Daddy's here. I knew I'd found my baby boy the moment I saw you, and don't forget I promised I'd take care of you."
Daddy turned his attention back to driving and drove off with Charles still struggling to escape his babyish confines.