You've been with Tesla now for a week and feel as if you're going crazy. It's been just the two of you, stuck in this house. Within that week, you've learned a couple of things about your new "Mommy". If you could describe her in a few words, they would be "bi-polar - Strict - Crazy and downright evil"
You haven't been outside since you got here and you're beginning to think that you're going to be stuck in this house for the rest of your life. That is until one morning Tesla announces that today you're going to school.
She reminds you that it's a special school for other kids in your situation but you're not really listening. You stopped listening when she told you that you're going to school today and you're hoping that leaving the house will give you a chance to escape. You're personally excited for the opportunity.
It's Monday morning and you have to wake up earlier than usual. Tesla is dressed in business attire while she dresses you in a navy blue collared shirt and a pleated khaki skort. She places your long hair in two pigtails dressed up in a big navy blue hair bow. After she's done she takes a look at you and starts tearing up.
"You're so beautiful doll. I can't believe it's your first day of school already, it seems like it was just yesterday that I brought you home from the hospital"
So, crazy Tesla is here, but you're in a good mood today so you smile politely and say;
"Thank- you Mommy"
XOXOXOXOXO
"I want you to be on your very best behavior doll. While you're in here you are not to embarrass me" Tesla states as she exits the car. She unbuckles you from your car seat and help you down onto the ground. She takes her hand in hers and together you walk towards a tall brick building. Looking around, you can't help but notice how much larger the world seems now.
You study the outside of the "school" as the two of you approach it. It doesn't look like a school. Not like the ones that you went to at least. There are no kids running around outside, no racks for bikes, no chalk drawings on the ground like there was when you went to school. There arent' even any windows to give you a preview of what what's inside.This place looks more like a warehouse than a school. It's a bit scary if you're honest.
You don't even realize that you've wrapped your arm around Tesla's leg until she stops walking and bends down to your level.
"Doll, don't be afraid. I know it seems scary on the outside but that's only to discourage visitors. Can't have outsiders approaching our school can we? You'll love it inside, just wait and see" She explains as the two of you start walking again.
Walking up the stairs and towards the front door, Tesla presses a button by the handle.
"Yes, May I help you?" A loud voice can be heard through the intercom.
"It's Tesla, I'm here to drop off my little girl"
"Yes Ma'am"
The door is unlocked remotely and a loud click can be heard. The two of you enter and sure enough the atmosphere inside is much more pleasant. Drawings and paintings litter the wall, the floors have a trail of animal foot prints leading down the hall and you feel an over whelming desire to follow them and find out where they lead. The explosion of color and playful cartoon animals used as decor on the wall does well to lighten your mood and you find yourself wishing that your school was actually like this when you were small.
You walk hand in hand with your "Mommy" down the hall and the two of you stop in front of a closed door. She knocks gently and soon enough the door opens.
The door open to reveal a tall woman covered in paint and various stickers. She has a name tag and you notice that her name is Miss Tammy.
"Well, hello there you must be {Your name} I'm your new teacher Miss Tammy. I'm going to help you transition from a big girl into a little one so that you can make mommy happy" She tells you with a big creepy smile and a fake southern ascent. "Come on in"
"Big good for Mommy doll, I will see you after work"
You can already tell that today will be a long day.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary, My New Mommy
Fantasy...When a mommy/daughter kink goes a little too far. Written within your perspective.
