I was sitting by the tree with my family while we were opening Christmas presents.
It was at the point in my life where I vaguely had an idea of who I was. I didn't know I was a little consciously because I didn't want to accept it. My family would never accept me, so I wait for the day to go live my own life.
That, however, is not the point here. The point is I didn't have to worry about slipping because I didn't truly know I could, that was until I got my favorite gift.
My sister was passing around her presents to us, and she handed me mine.
I unwrapped the wrapping and squealed. This was not something new to my family, I have a moderately pitched voice when in big space, but I am a soprano 1 (sing the high notes, just shy of the whistle tone), and I am always singing. This means my family is accustomed to squeaky, high-pitched noises from me.
In the gift, I found a gray sloth. (actually not sure what it is, help me out here)
(The funny thing is, this is a googled picture of the exact same stuffie, but it was listed on Etsy for like $26 USD, but my sister got it at the dollar store in the $1 section. I know because I was there yesterday and saw it there, along with the unicorn stuffie she got for my little sister.)
I was so excited! It took a fee days for me to have a slip, and it was a small one at that. I also just named him yesterday once I slipped again. I also have a dalmatian stuffie named Spot. They are both chilling on my bed right now, probably having a tea party, or talking about how rude it was for my mom to wake me up at 7 AM on a day I have no school.
Anywhere, this was just an introduction to my stuffie, who may or may not appear in a few of the other chapters.
Thank you so much for reading, lmk if you have any questions, an d tell me about your stuffies!
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My Little Fantasies
Randomhello! this is a collection of my fantasies while in little space, bear with me pls 😂. I go by they/them, still trying to figure my life out, living with my family while not being out to them, and struggling though an identity crisis, sorting my th...