|
|
| |
|
|
To Cry Is To Weep
by Malisa
Contact the author at malisa@phuze.com
Other Stories by Malisa
"Well what do you think of this one? It is only two hundred dollars." The well dressed man said to the young woman who he was showing around his private gallery section. The woman looked the painting up and down. It was of a young baby, wearing nappies. In it's hand it had a milk bottle, and its other hand was up to its mouth to allow the child to suck its thumb.
"Hate it. It doesn't even look like a real baby." The woman said, as she went to walk to the next painting.
"OH THAT DOES IT!" The well dressed man said in anger. "I have shown you ten paintings now, and out of them ten paintings you have said you didn't like any of them. Now I would usually do things to others by now, but I was being nice to you, frankly I liked you. That is all over now, and I'm sick of it." The well dressed man said while pounding his feet to the floor.
"Well show me something worth while then." The woman said. The well dressed man looked up to her and smiled. "Something worth while. OK. Come with me." He smiled walking her over to a large statue of a man.
"What is this?" She said looking at the naked male statue and his hard member.
"Oh not the statue dear." The well dressed man said. "Look at the picture behind it." The woman behind the statue at a picture of a cabbage patch doll. "Oh joy a picture of a stupid cabbage patch doll. Wonderful!" She turned to the well dressed man and frowned. "First you show me a real baby that doesn't look like a real baby, and now you show me a cabbage patch doll, that looks like a real baby. You have no skill as a painter." The well dressed man said nothing and just wove his magic, which instantly wrapped itself around the woman that stood in front of him. The woman screamed as her body seemed to vanish and disappear from the art gallery. The well dressed man smiled and walked to his private home where he would watch the woman in her new situation.
PART TWO -----------------
Julie screamed and then felt herself fall to the floor. She must have lost here balance and fallen. She reached down and pushed herself from the floor and then realized she wasn't wearing any clothes. Quickly looking down she noticed she only had on a pair of nappies on. "What the hell?" She said as she reached down to touch them. Touching them proved that they were in fact nappy. She felt the cold air brushing against her nipples, and looking at them she saw they were firm.
"In another situation this would be kinky." She mutter while she looked for something that would cover her nakedness. She saw a chest of drawers and walking over to it she opened them up to reveal woman clothing. "Wow, this is nice." She said taking out a long sleeved, woolen jumper. Placing it over her body, she removed the nappy she was wearing and proceeded to look for something that would cover he bottom half. Then as she reached out she noticed that the draws seemed taller. "This is weird." She said, and then stopped as she heard her voice.
"LA LA LA." she sung, and true enough her voice sounded somehow younger. "What the hell is going on." She said, franticly searching for something to cover her naked legs and midsection. She took hold of a large pair of trouser, which a little while ago she could have sworn were to small for her. Looking down she went to place the trousers on, and found that the jumper was in fact already covering her female groin, and was down to her mid thigh.
"What the hell..." She stopped as her voice sounded again younger. Fight entered her mind and she franticly looked around for something to look at herself with. She finally found that if she jumped up she could see the mirror that was high on the set of drawers. With each jump she finally got to see the reflection of...
"My GOD!" She shouted as she saw a young girl appearing in the mirror each time she jumped up to see herself in the mirror. She stopped jumping and quickly removed the jumper from her body and looked down in shock and horror. "MY BREASTS!" she screamed as she saw that her chest was once again flat like it had been when she was ten years old.
"What the hell is going on." Then it clicked. "Oh my god. I'm that doll. I'm going to become a bloody doll!" She cried as her body continued to grow younger. She felt her long hair growing upwards from the middle of her back, until it was not even touching her neck anymore. Her hands became smaller, until even the nails on her fingers were short and her fingers were that of a chubby baby. She felt her legs shrike and become fuller with the extra baby fat that all babies had. She tried to scream out, but all that came out was a babies cry and inside her mind she knew that it wouldn't be long before her body was the same as that doll. Just when she thought her body would change into a dolls someone picked her up from the floor and looked her in the face. "What are you doing in here you little devil." A woman said to Julie's baby form. "Mummies been looking for you everywhere, and how did you get your nappy off? Julie suddenly realized that she had been wrong, and without knowing it she had told that painter that this baby looked like a cabbage patch doll. 'MY GOD, I HAVE TO GROW UP AGAIN!' Julie screamed, but all that came out of her mouth was a babies cry.
"NOOOOO!" she cried, and finally felt something get stuck in her mouth, which she couldn't help but suck.
BACK AT THE GALLERY -------------------------------------
The well dressed man smiled as he looked at the picture of the young baby girl in her mouths arms. Getting up from the desk that he watched the painting grow from he walked back into the private section of his gallery and smiled.
"One day people will see a picture and stop thinking in realism and none realism." He said as he looked at the first painting that the woman had said was a real baby but didn't look like a real baby. "If only she had seen the painting for what it was, instead of making a judgement about it from a real life sense." He said as he took the painting down. As he took it back to the storage section he quickly read the name of the painting on the back. "A cabbage patch baby, as seen through the eyes of a young child."
The well build man smiled as he remember the name of the baby painting behind the naked male statue. "Oh she just looks like a cabbage patch doll"
END
**************
This may take little explaining.
"A doll seen through a young girls eyes." is the title of a Psychology test that was done to see why children treat dolls like real children. They tried to show that children, when they look at baby dolls, can not really tell the difference between a real baby and a baby doll. Of course you may have all heard the comments like. "Doesn't she look cute. Just like a cabbage patch doll."
:)
Hugs
Malisa
Contact the author at malisa@phuze.com
Other Stories by Malisa
Copyright 1998 by Malisa. All rights reserved.
Stories | Authors | Sources Contact the archive: radiox@neosoft.com
The Age Regression Story Archive - Mirror Site