6 Kicking and Screaming

"So, now my lovely Lavender will show you to your room, Dave. I have some things I need to take care of and a person I need to talk to; please enjoy and relax."

Miss Grace explained to me as we walked into the house. Once inside, she and the head guard left up the stairs and to the left, leaving me with just Lavender. The house reminded me of a fantasy nobles mansion pulled from a novel.

Lavender came over to me and started to look at me some more, and then she got really close to me and smelt my hair. I could smell fruit coming off her as Lavender stepped back and raised her eyebrow at me.

"How don't you stink? Never mind, come on, Dave, let's head up, and I will show you to a room where you can put your," but Lavender paused there and then changed the course of the conversation. "Then, I'll show you to the bathroom. Then, while you're getting clean, Tilly, our maid, will get you some clean clothes."

"Thanks," I reply shyly.

Ugh, this might be my previous life's thoughts, but I can't control every emotion of this body yet. I didn't plan on being some joke this time around either. I would seize every chance I got!

Lavender led me up the stairs and to the right, down a rose-red hallway. It was a hall filled with doors, and I couldn't imagine what was behind each door. 

Lavender must have noticed my wandering gaze, or she just knew what I thought as I stared openly at everything as we walked.

"The doors in this house are different, so if Mom or I don't tell you, don't open a door."

"Why not? Sorry, not trying to be rude, I'm just curious."

"It's fine. Some rooms are just rooms, but most are doors to other places. Like scary and dangerous places."

"Oh? Now we have to go to one of those doors or all of them!" Trina's voice carried through the hall as she flew from door to door.

Each of the rooms had a number, and we stopped at room nine. Engraved into a brass plate was the number "9," and Lavender opened the door. She walked in ahead of me, using her hand and motioning to me to follow.

When I walked into the doorway, I froze on my way into the room. A little "wah" noise escaped my mouth before I could clamp my hand over it.

The room was more elaborate and extensive than any of my old apartments, even if you knocked the walls down.

An elegant raised four-posted bed sat in the middle of the far white wall. Red drapes hung around the mattress, along with light red pillowcases and comforter. I stared around in disbelief, but Lavender took my hand and led me inside.

The rest of the room was composed of a cozy reading nook, two chairs, and a living room area. There was a standing red blind that I assumed was for changing in the corner. 

The whole thing blew my mind, and the doors outside in the hall are so close, so this must be some magic that makes this possible. Before I can continue the thought, Lavender started to drag me by my dirty little hand.

"I know this is probably a lot for you to take in, so let's get you to the bathroom, and I'll help you get clean. Tilly will have fresh and clean non-burlap clothing for you to put on."

I slowly start to nod as she turns to leave, and then Lavender's forward motion stops when she tries to pull me forward. She turned back to look at me, and my face, I'm sure, could have challenged a tomato on the color red.

"What's wrong? Are you ok? I'm your big sister now, and I'm just gonna help clean you back and get the dirt out of your hair."

Lavender said it so casually that I almost relaxed but then tried to argue with her. There was no way I was letting this little girl bathe me! Cute or not, my mind was not mentally prepared for all of this. I would just have to wait before this body could act out any dirty fantasies I might have, so I just wanted to soak alone.

"No, you don't need to help me. I'm fine, and I can clean myself, just show me where," but I was cut off before I could continue by Lavender dragging me out of the room.

There was no stopping her. Lavender had a hidden strength that I had not seen coming behind her pretty looks. No matter how I resisted, it was useless. Lavender pulled me four doors down the half as I flailed, trying to get my feet under me to fight back and resist this amazon!

She kicked the door open and tossed me inside, bag and all. Lavender followed me in, picked me up by the sack, and threw me into a soapy prepared bath. Bag, string, and I flew into the water, and I came up choking out water. There was over a foot of bubbles, and it covered me up.

"Take the sac off," growled Lavender through the wall of bubbles I had sunk behind.

All fantasy left my mind and was replaced with horror movie scenes of children being drowned in bathtubs, so I ducked into the bubbles, out of sight. I took the sack off with the string and threw it out of the bathtub.

As soon as the burlap sack left my hand, Lavender's bubble-covered face and a scrub brush burst into my bubble sanctuary. She attacked my body with gusto and nearly scrubbed my skin off after a furious fifteen minutes of nearly buffing the skin right off my body.

Tilly, the maid, knocked before coming inside, dropping some clothes off. She was wearing a green maid-style dress and a strange cloth bonnet that sat out of place on her head. Both Tilly and Lavender finally left the room, and I was able to soak.

My body felt raw and sore, but I was clean. Sure, Lavender was violent, but she was pretty, and maybe that evened it out. I wonder what was up with the bonnet that maid was wearing? It kind of looked silly and awkward.