by DocRick » Sun Feb 11, 2024 1:09 pm
Downtrodden over the failure of what Alex now knows was the machine that shrunk her, but angry over being lied to by Mrs. Reynolds, Alex pondered her next move. She left the room and walked towards her old bedroom. She hadn't been in here since she was miniaturized. Peering inside, she saw that it hadn't been touched. All....or at least most of her stuff was in there. As she walked around on the floor, she looked into the closet and noticed her black leather jacket was missing. The jacket that was just like the one Mrs. Reynolds gave her to wear the first time she took her out.....the jacket she found the miniature money in the pocket that she hid in the doll bed in the dollhouse. Her favorite bra was missing from the closet too. The one that was like the really nice doll bra that she wore....and Mrs. Reynolds took from her when she commented on how nice it felt.
Things were starting to fall in place. The last thing she remembered having happened before she woke up shrunk was the letter from Immigration. Then she remembered the day the agents came to the house and Mrs. Reynolds hid her in the kitchen cupboard. Was she a prisoner or a refugee? Did she and Mr. Reynolds shrink me to protect me from being deported? A war was going on in her home country and her family was reported missing and presumed deceased.......her anger began softening and a feeling of gratitude began to warm her heart. It wasn't so bad being played with by Missy like she was a doll. And Mrs. Reynolds treating her like a pet.....a pampered pet at that as she remembered some of the outings they took together and being bathed and soothed by Mrs. Reynolds when she was upset. AND she kept Mr. Reynolds lecherous hands off of her.
Now, totally conflicted by her emotions, Alex stood in the middle of her bedroom, trying to determine what would be the best course of action. Should she tell Mrs. Reynolds she now knows the truth? Would that change the way she treats her? Would she feel threatened that somehow she and Mr. Reynolds would get in trouble with the law for hiding her from the Immigration agents? Should she just keep this to herself and pretend she still believes it was the sugar contaminated growth formula that caused her to shrink? Would it be so bad staying tiny like this?
Alex's head was spinning as she contemplated what to do. She began to feel dizzy as darkness began to creep from her outer field of vision. She fought to keep the light from fading, her knees buckling under her, and she dropped to the floor. As the last bit of light faded, an image of her sitting in Missy's hand began to blur, then disappeared as her consciousness left her prostrate on the floor.
Downtrodden over the failure of what Alex now knows was the machine that shrunk her, but angry over being lied to by Mrs. Reynolds, Alex pondered her next move. She left the room and walked towards her old bedroom. She hadn't been in here since she was miniaturized. Peering inside, she saw that it hadn't been touched. All....or at least most of her stuff was in there. As she walked around on the floor, she looked into the closet and noticed her black leather jacket was missing. The jacket that was just like the one Mrs. Reynolds gave her to wear the first time she took her out.....the jacket she found the miniature money in the pocket that she hid in the doll bed in the dollhouse. Her favorite bra was missing from the closet too. The one that was like the really nice doll bra that she wore....and Mrs. Reynolds took from her when she commented on how nice it felt.
Things were starting to fall in place. The last thing she remembered having happened before she woke up shrunk was the letter from Immigration. Then she remembered the day the agents came to the house and Mrs. Reynolds hid her in the kitchen cupboard. Was she a prisoner or a refugee? Did she and Mr. Reynolds shrink me to protect me from being deported? A war was going on in her home country and her family was reported missing and presumed deceased.......her anger began softening and a feeling of gratitude began to warm her heart. It wasn't so bad being played with by Missy like she was a doll. And Mrs. Reynolds treating her like a pet.....a pampered pet at that as she remembered some of the outings they took together and being bathed and soothed by Mrs. Reynolds when she was upset. AND she kept Mr. Reynolds lecherous hands off of her.
Now, totally conflicted by her emotions, Alex stood in the middle of her bedroom, trying to determine what would be the best course of action. Should she tell Mrs. Reynolds she now knows the truth? Would that change the way she treats her? Would she feel threatened that somehow she and Mr. Reynolds would get in trouble with the law for hiding her from the Immigration agents? Should she just keep this to herself and pretend she still believes it was the sugar contaminated growth formula that caused her to shrink? Would it be so bad staying tiny like this?
Alex's head was spinning as she contemplated what to do. She began to feel dizzy as darkness began to creep from her outer field of vision. She fought to keep the light from fading, her knees buckling under her, and she dropped to the floor. As the last bit of light faded, an image of her sitting in Missy's hand began to blur, then disappeared as her consciousness left her prostrate on the floor.
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