Although you're a bit mesmerized by the enchanting sight of yourself as an attractive older girl, you have little serious desire to live the rest of your days as a girl named Tammy. And so, summoning the willpower to drag yourself away from the mirror, you exit the house and sneak off to the back garden again.
The hole was gone.
“What?” you say to yourself, surprised as the lyrical, singsong pitch of your girlish new voice. “This can't be happening. It's got to still be here somewhere.”
You scour every inch of the back garden, but your search proves to be in vain. The far corner where the mysterious hole had been was now occupied by nothing more than an ordinary, mundane patch of vegetables.
“I know I didn't dream it,” you mutter, tromping again across the garden in hope that perhaps the hole just moved someplace else. “Where is it?”
“Where is what?” says a small voice from behind.
You jump with startled fright, spin around, and find yourself face to face with …
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 0.28 seconds at 11:10pm on Jan 08, 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
