This choice: She is a very kind & well behaved child, only using her powers for good. • Go Back...Chapter #5She is a very kind & well behaved child, only u... by: PrincessKooh   I reached over and slapped my alarm clock's snooze button as it woke me, still worn out from moving the day before. My parents were extremely rich, and this house had been my high school graduation gift, along with a new sports car and enough money to keep me in relative comfort for the next decade or so, even considering the cost of college tuition these days, but living alone would take getting used to. Thankfully I had nothing to do today. I rolled over to enjoy my extra nine minutes.
Halfway through, I hit something that definitely hadn't been there before, and immediately felt wide awake and fully refreshed.
Leaping up, I turned off the alarm, and threw down the covers of my king size bed--far too large for what I needed, but my parents insisted that my furnishings be the best money could buy--to reveal a young girl lying in the middle, staring at me with eyes that seemed to belong to someone far, far older than she appeared.
"Who are you, and what are you doing in my house?" I almost screamed.
"I'm your new daughter, Alicia! Or, I should say, Mommy," announced the mysterious girl, whom I judged to be around seven years old.
"Excuse me, what? New daughter? You're, what, seven? I can't have a daughter your age!"
"Not like that, Mommy, your adopted daughter. All you need to do is pick a name for me and we'll be ready to go."
"You don't have a name?"
"I want whatever name you think I should have."
Finding this a bit much to take in, I opened my curtains onto a gorgeous sunrise.
“Wait you can’t really expect me to just
be your parent and guardian on the fly”
She made a puppy dog pout.
“Please? I promise I’ll be good and only
use my powers for good and to help us both”
“Powers?” I ask.
She then produced seemingly from nowhere various forms, which at a glance appeared to name me as her adoptive parent. I knew I should have torn up those forms right then and there and taken the girl to an orphanage--I had no idea how to raise a child--but for some reason, I didn't.
“Yes Powers so can you name me and
be my mommy?”
“Well I err uhh. Well how bout I name you
Anna then?”
“Sounds good”
Suddenly the paperwork begins
filling itself out as if people were signing
it leaving only the spaces Diana ( your name )
Needed to fill out.
You're afraid."
"Afraid? Afraid of what? I'm not afraid," I repeated, not fooling either of us that I was saying it to try to make it true.
"You're afraid," my new daughter said, "that you won't raise me right, or well. You're afraid you won't have the time, being in college. You're afraid you'll neglect me. That's fine, Mommy. That's why I chose you."
"You... chose me?"
"Yes, I chose you. You see, I'm omnipotent. Just don't tell anyone. I chose you because you're the sort of human I think I'd be if I were truly human. Sometimes carefree, fun-loving, but responsible, too."
I hadn't heard much after the first few words. "You're what?"
"Omnipotent. You know, all-powerful. Capable of doing anything."
I was lost for words. This small girl was claiming that?
"You want proof? Fine. You know the body you've always wanted? I've decided that I don't want to be raised by someone who isn't comfortable in their own body, but I want to be raised by you. So I'll have to give you the body you've always wanted." The image flashed across my mind, something from my deepest fantasies. "Yes, even with those. No, nobody will find it strange. It'll just be the body you've had since you finished puberty."
I felt myself begin to shift. Suddenly it stopped.
"Oh, you should probably take off your clothes and look in a mirror." In a flash I was standing naked in front of a huge mirror, seeing my unimpressive, short, flat-chested form; my pyjamas were nowhere to be seen.
I felt the same sensation I had before, and saw the changes in the mirror. The process was painless and swift. I stared, shocked that my fantasy had come to life, and that I was it.
My face was still recognizably mine, though more like the amazingly beautiful sister I never had, except the eyes, which had changed from my dull brown to ones that seemed to glow and shift colour randomly. The rest of me was definitely different.
It wasn't that I hadn't been anything special before. It's just that I was special in the sort of ways that got you shunned by people generally considered attractive. All that was gone, now, and I had the body I'd dreamed of.
It was a strange body, but I was getting turned on looking at myself. It had the jet black hair I wanted, curling around my body and reaching the floor and, as I idly wondered if I had some of the other things of which I'd fantasized, it unwrapped itself and instead fell behind me in a cape. A few further thoughts confirmed that I could use my hair as though each individual strand were an arm.
Just like in my dreams, I was tall, and sported a number of additions to the usual human form on my 7' frame. "This is amazing!" I said as I unfurled the ten long tongues I'd dreamed of having, confirming that I could speak even with all of them extended fully.
I marveled at my now C cup breasts.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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