Stripped

Disclaimer: The only people I won are Ben and Chester Meroff. Don't use them without asking. New characters came to mind. Ms. Welsh, the crazy lady and her kids. Don't use them without asking either.

Side Note: I finally got smart and began typing under Word instead of Notepad. No more misspelled words.

Ben stood from the edge of the bed and decided to think about what to do later. She had to dress and be out there or someone was going to come get her. She walked over to a wardrobe and opened it. There was nothing in it but a frilly white corset and a hideous pink dress with ruffles around the bottom and white lace on the sleeves, an equally hideous matching hat and pink high-heeled shoes. She took the dress, her face contorting with disgust, and threw it on the bed. She was just about to take the corset down when a wave of nausea hit her and she was forced to make a mad dash for the bathroom. When she came back out, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she got ready for dinner.

After trying to get into the corset for at least ten minutes, she decided to just forget the thing all together and threw it in a corner of the room. She managed to squeeze herself into the hideous dress, which was a size to small for her. She grabbed the shoes and threw them on and perched the hat atop her hair. She walked across the room, feeling very awkward and stupid, and was just about to open the door when it flew open, revealing James, the male mouse from earlier.

"Oh you're ready. Mother just told me to come and get you," He said, his eyes traveling up and down Ben's form. She backed away from him, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Well, come on," He told her, turning his back on her but keeping his head slightly turned so that he could still see her. Ben followed him slowly, keeping her eyes on him at all times. She didn't trust him, and the way he stared at her all the time didn't help matters either.

"Sit dear, I prepared a lovely dinner I'm sure you'll love," Ms. Welsh chirped, while fussing with Ben's hat. Ben jerked her head to the side at her touch and glared a warning. She didn't want to seem rude, but she hated when people touched her.

"Your hat's crooked. You don't want a crooked hat do you?" Ms. Welsh asked. Ben just reached up and straightened the hat herself.

"There, that's much better now," Ms. Welsh said, grinning at Ben.

"So, how do you like your stay so far?" James asked Ben, sitting in the chair next to her. She stiffened, but didn't answer him.

"You don't talk much do you?" He asked. Ben just glanced in his direction, silently telling him that she didn't want to talk. He must've sense what she was thinking for he stopped his attempts at talking.

"Dinner is served!" Ms. Welsh said, setting down a plate of what looked like roast beef and potatoes. Ben felt nauseous again at the sight of the food but she welled it down, not wanting to embarrass herself by making a dash for the bathroom. She ran a hand over her face.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Eat up everyone!" Ms. Welsh trilled again. Everyone but Ben help themselves to a helping of the dinner.

"What's wrong dearie, are you ill?" Ms. Welsh asked, noticing Ben's behavior. She shook her head and took some of the potatoes off the plate. She took one bite and felt even worse.

"I think our guest is sick," Grace announce through a mouth of roast beef.

"Don't talk with your mouth full." James told her.

"It's okay if you're aren't well dearie. I won't feel bad. Now, why don't you go lie down, maybe you'll feel better then," Ms. Welsh told her gently. Ben stood up.

"Fine, if it'll make you feel better, I will." She snapped, storming off and nearly knocking the chair over in the process.

"I wonder what's wrong with her?" James asked, catching the chair before it hit the ground and pushing it back to the table.

"Keep an eye on your sisters James. I'll go talk to her and see what's wrong," Ms. Welsh said, and quickly walked off to the room Ben was staying in.

"Dearie, are you all right?" She asked, opening the door a crack.

"I'm fine," Ben's tear filled voice said.

"What upset you dear?" Ms. Welsh asked, opening the door all the way and walking in to where Ben was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Nothing," She answered, tears running through the fur on her face.

"Was it something I did? Or one of the children?" Ms. Welsh asked, taking a seat next to Ben.

"It was nothing! I don't know what it was! I just-" Ben started, before feeling the nausea come back and stood quickly and ran to the bathroom.

While Ben was in the bathroom, Ms. Welsh was thinking about what could have caused the sudden outburst of anger and the crying. He eyes widen when she thought about an explanation.

"I think I know what's wrong dear," Ms. Welsh said, going over to Ben as she walked out of the bathroom. "I think that you're-"

"Pregnant," Ben finished for her, wiping the back of her mouth on her gloved hand.

It took me a while, but here's the next chapter! A cliffhanger on top of it, wasn't that nice of me?