Short stories of forced regeneration, From a girl or non-binary point of view, There will be daddy-dom and mommy-dom as caregivers, (sometimes only one of them, sometimes both).
Some stories will have forced breastfeeding or force feeding. In all...
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"After the tour can we go home?" I asked Grace, this place gave me chills. "After the tour we design our own dolls, then we go home" Grace answered.
I had a bad feeling, there was something strange about this workshop. Maybe it has something to do with my hatred of dolls, they always stressed me out, with their lifeless look, but their very human appearance. It always made me and Grace laugh, as much as I hated dolls, Grace loved them, it was just me with my luck that I fell for a best friend who was obsessed with dolls.
"Harper look at this!" Grace said pointing to a huge human sized doll, it was from the Victorian era, with a porcelain face and a mane of blonde curls. She was scary, she was taller than me, and looked too real as if in the next moment, she would wake up and jump on us. I pulled Grace quickly towards the group that continued while we looked at the doll. We were a small group of 10 people including me and Grace, everyone here loved dolls, and everyone came in pairs. We continued to walk among the old dolls, while our guide Ruth, explained how they were created and when.
I wasn't really interested, I just wanted to go already, I was hungry and I knew the only thing to eat here was cookies and tea. 'Who doesn't like tea parties?' Is a question that Grace loves to ask me. Well I hate them, I was never a girly girl as a child, I just didn't like dolls and sitting down, I was extremely energetic and in any game that wasn't running around, I got bored.
"That's it, we finished the tour" Ruth said, everyone applauded her. "And now I will ask everyone to line up - for the next step, designing our own personal doll" Grace clapped her hands excitedly. We stood in line, I was last, and Grace was before me. I wasn't really excited for the next part, I was going to give Grace my doll at the end, I really didn't want a doll in my house.
"Harper, if you could go back to any age you could, what would you choose?" Grace asked. "Three". My parents died when I turned four, which sent me to a foster home after foster home, I had nothing but bad experience from them. If I could, I would want to go back to age three just to spend one more day with my parents. "How old would you like?" I asked. Grace just shrugged her shoulders.
The line moved quickly and less than five minutes later, it was Grace's turn. Ruth sent Grace to the left room down the hall and then it was just the two of us. "Are you excited?" Ruth asked me. Ruth was a tall and beautiful woman, she was about forty years old, and always smiling. "Not really, I don't really like dolls" I said. Ruth smiled and said that her daughter doesn't like them either, and continued talking about her daughter, "She's five now, and she's just an angel, even though she doesn't act like one, always doing pranks and getting lost whatever I looked away, but I just love her-" A beep came from Ruth's watch, "Oh, it's your turn, go to the right door in the hallway" Ruth said and smiled.
