April begins to walk out of your room. You can't see anything but you know she's up to no good.
When April opens her hand again, you see that you're in her room. Her dolls and dollhouse are already set up. She sits on the floor beside the dollhouse and places you between her legs.
"Since you're so small, you can be the baby!" April says happily. She reaches into a box and brings out some embarrising baby doll clothes. She pins you down to the ground with her thumb and begins dressing you up. You kick and scream and struggle, but April won't let you go. When she's done, she giggles and picks you up again. She places you in the dollhouse's bedroom. It's like a mansion to you. She takes the adult dolls and places them before you. They're nearly 12 inches high. Compared to them, you are a baby.
April picks you up with her thumb and forefinger and places you inside a plastic yellow crib. Sadly, the crib is quite large for someone your size and there's no way to get out.
"There, now you go to sleep while Mommy and Daddy go downstairs," April tells you. She picks up the two dolls and begins playing with them.
Suddenly, you hear your mother calling April down for dinner. "Coming Mom!" April shouts. She drops the dolls and gets up, then runs out of her bedroom and down the stairs, leaving you stuck inside the crib.
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.11 seconds at 2:38pm on Jan 27, 2025 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author