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The Women Are Shrinking!
chapter 8
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Once she realized that her plan had failed, Julia stopped moving and sighed, “She just stopped,” Tammy told her mother.
“That’s good,” Molly responded, “So, what’s your new friend like?”
“She’s got pretty brown hair,” Tammy explained, “And she’s a magic dolly that walks and talks!”
“I see,” Molly chuckled, “Well, isn’t that lucky? You’ve wanted a doll just like that ever since we saw the nutcracker.”
“Yeah!” Tammy cheered, “And we’re going to be bestest best best friends forever and ever! We’re gonna have tea parties and play dress up and, and, and….”
“Okay,” Molly put up a hand, “Calm down, Sweetie; remember that talk be had about being over affectionate with toys?”
Over affectionate, Julia thought to herself.
“Mommy,” Tammy replied, “I don’t do that anymore; I know that doll's hair doesn’t grow back after you cut it.”
“Cut it?”
“Well,” Molly responded, “Have we learned that dolls don’t like to swim in people's pools?”
“I told you,” Tammy defended, “That was Dylan’s fault; he’s the one who took my Barbie and threw her in the deep end.”
“Deep-end?”
“You didn’t have to jump in after her,” Molly argued, “Do you know how scared I was when the recreation center called me and said that my daughter nearly drowned?”
“That was a whole month ago,” Tammy brushed the incident off, “And Emily was crying.”
“Just promise me you’ll be careful,” Molly concluded.
“I will, Mommy,” Tammy promised, “I’m gonna take extra good care of my new dolly.”
“And keep an eye on her,” Molly added, “I’ve stepped on so many dolls there’s probably little faces on the bottom of my feet.”
“I will, Mommy,” Tammy repeated.
“Good,” Molly spoke as she pulled into her garage, “We’re home.”
“Did you hear that, Dolly?” Tammy asked, “We’re home!”
Tammy bolted to the house as soon as her mother unstrapped her, “Now, Honey,” Molly told her daughter, “Mommy has to make some phone calls in her office and then make dinner, so can you play quietly until then?”
“Yes, Mommy,” Tammy promised.
“Okay,” Molly took her daughter into her arms, “Give mommy kisses.” Tammy kissed her mother on the cheeks several times before Molly put her daughter down.
“I’m gonna show Dolly her new home,” Tammy announced. Julia’s prison started to move again, and fingers began to enter before Molly called after her child.
“Shoes!”
The fingers vanished, and Tammy removed her footwear before putting them in the shoe bin, “Welcome home, Dolly,” Tammy told her captive as she fished her out of the pocket.
The light temporarily blinded Julia, but when her eyes adjusted, she saw she was in a family room, “This is where we like to watch TV,” Tammy explained as she pointed at a nearby toy box, “Sometimes I like to play down here.”
“That’s,” Julia struggled to say, “Nice, Sweetie.”
“Your voice is so pretty,” Tammy noted.
“Umm… thank you?” Julia responded.
“I really liked it when you were tickling me,” Tammy told the shrunken woman, “Were you dancing in my pocket because you were so happy?” Julia didn’t even get a chance to respond before Tammy spoke again, “I like to dance too; I take ballet classes.” Tammy spun herself around with Julia in her hands, “That’s called a pirouette,” she explained.
“That’s really good,” Julia humored the girl.
“Did you really like it?” Tammy asked to which Julia nodded, “Then let’s do it again!” Tammy twirled around several times with Julia, who felt like she was on a carnival ride. Eventually, Tammy fell to the floor with a giggle, “That was fun!” The child declared as she got dizzily to her feet. Meanwhile, Julia felt like she could throw up at any minute, “Let’s go!” Tammy ran through the house with Julia in her hand. “That’s our backyard,” Tammy explained as she pointed to the backdoor, “I have a cool playhouse out there!” Tammy ran up some stairs and gestured to a table with two chairs, “That’s where Mommy and I eat,” Tammy pointed to a dining table, “I set the table.” Tammy ran into the kitchen, “This is where Mommy cooks; sometimes she lets me help.” Tammy took Julia into a room with a larger dining table and a china cabinet, “We eat here too but only on special occasions like Christmas or when Grandma comes to visit; Mommy let me have my birthday in here last year, and we all sat in our princess dresses.”
“Wow,” Julia feigned interest, “That must’ve been really fun.”
“Yeah!” Tammy responded before she took off with her captive, “Mommy doesn’t like me playing in here,” she noted as they passed through a tidier living room. Tammy ran upstairs and suddenly started moving slower, “That’s the potty,” she noted of a door, “And that’s our medicine closet,” Tammy pointed to a door with a deadbolt. Tammy held Julia to a large door with a red dot on it, “That’s mommy’s office, and the red dot means she doesn’t want me to come in right now,” Tammy explained in a whisper. “That’s Mommy’s room,” the child noted as they passed another gateway, “Sometimes she lets me play with her clothes, or she does my hair at her makeup table.” Lastly, the pair found themselves in front of a pink door with stickers, “This is my room!” Tammy pushed open her door, and Julia found herself bombarded by pink. The room was filled with toys and dress-up clothes, and there were dolls and stuffed animals everywhere, and in the corner of the room was a giant dollhouse, “Now,” Tammy asked her captive, “What should we do first?”
“That’s good,” Molly responded, “So, what’s your new friend like?”
“She’s got pretty brown hair,” Tammy explained, “And she’s a magic dolly that walks and talks!”
“I see,” Molly chuckled, “Well, isn’t that lucky? You’ve wanted a doll just like that ever since we saw the nutcracker.”
“Yeah!” Tammy cheered, “And we’re going to be bestest best best friends forever and ever! We’re gonna have tea parties and play dress up and, and, and….”
“Okay,” Molly put up a hand, “Calm down, Sweetie; remember that talk be had about being over affectionate with toys?”
Over affectionate, Julia thought to herself.
“Mommy,” Tammy replied, “I don’t do that anymore; I know that doll's hair doesn’t grow back after you cut it.”
“Cut it?”
“Well,” Molly responded, “Have we learned that dolls don’t like to swim in people's pools?”
“I told you,” Tammy defended, “That was Dylan’s fault; he’s the one who took my Barbie and threw her in the deep end.”
“Deep-end?”
“You didn’t have to jump in after her,” Molly argued, “Do you know how scared I was when the recreation center called me and said that my daughter nearly drowned?”
“That was a whole month ago,” Tammy brushed the incident off, “And Emily was crying.”
“Just promise me you’ll be careful,” Molly concluded.
“I will, Mommy,” Tammy promised, “I’m gonna take extra good care of my new dolly.”
“And keep an eye on her,” Molly added, “I’ve stepped on so many dolls there’s probably little faces on the bottom of my feet.”
“I will, Mommy,” Tammy repeated.
“Good,” Molly spoke as she pulled into her garage, “We’re home.”
“Did you hear that, Dolly?” Tammy asked, “We’re home!”
Tammy bolted to the house as soon as her mother unstrapped her, “Now, Honey,” Molly told her daughter, “Mommy has to make some phone calls in her office and then make dinner, so can you play quietly until then?”
“Yes, Mommy,” Tammy promised.
“Okay,” Molly took her daughter into her arms, “Give mommy kisses.” Tammy kissed her mother on the cheeks several times before Molly put her daughter down.
“I’m gonna show Dolly her new home,” Tammy announced. Julia’s prison started to move again, and fingers began to enter before Molly called after her child.
“Shoes!”
The fingers vanished, and Tammy removed her footwear before putting them in the shoe bin, “Welcome home, Dolly,” Tammy told her captive as she fished her out of the pocket.
The light temporarily blinded Julia, but when her eyes adjusted, she saw she was in a family room, “This is where we like to watch TV,” Tammy explained as she pointed at a nearby toy box, “Sometimes I like to play down here.”
“That’s,” Julia struggled to say, “Nice, Sweetie.”
“Your voice is so pretty,” Tammy noted.
“Umm… thank you?” Julia responded.
“I really liked it when you were tickling me,” Tammy told the shrunken woman, “Were you dancing in my pocket because you were so happy?” Julia didn’t even get a chance to respond before Tammy spoke again, “I like to dance too; I take ballet classes.” Tammy spun herself around with Julia in her hands, “That’s called a pirouette,” she explained.
“That’s really good,” Julia humored the girl.
“Did you really like it?” Tammy asked to which Julia nodded, “Then let’s do it again!” Tammy twirled around several times with Julia, who felt like she was on a carnival ride. Eventually, Tammy fell to the floor with a giggle, “That was fun!” The child declared as she got dizzily to her feet. Meanwhile, Julia felt like she could throw up at any minute, “Let’s go!” Tammy ran through the house with Julia in her hand. “That’s our backyard,” Tammy explained as she pointed to the backdoor, “I have a cool playhouse out there!” Tammy ran up some stairs and gestured to a table with two chairs, “That’s where Mommy and I eat,” Tammy pointed to a dining table, “I set the table.” Tammy ran into the kitchen, “This is where Mommy cooks; sometimes she lets me help.” Tammy took Julia into a room with a larger dining table and a china cabinet, “We eat here too but only on special occasions like Christmas or when Grandma comes to visit; Mommy let me have my birthday in here last year, and we all sat in our princess dresses.”
“Wow,” Julia feigned interest, “That must’ve been really fun.”
“Yeah!” Tammy responded before she took off with her captive, “Mommy doesn’t like me playing in here,” she noted as they passed through a tidier living room. Tammy ran upstairs and suddenly started moving slower, “That’s the potty,” she noted of a door, “And that’s our medicine closet,” Tammy pointed to a door with a deadbolt. Tammy held Julia to a large door with a red dot on it, “That’s mommy’s office, and the red dot means she doesn’t want me to come in right now,” Tammy explained in a whisper. “That’s Mommy’s room,” the child noted as they passed another gateway, “Sometimes she lets me play with her clothes, or she does my hair at her makeup table.” Lastly, the pair found themselves in front of a pink door with stickers, “This is my room!” Tammy pushed open her door, and Julia found herself bombarded by pink. The room was filled with toys and dress-up clothes, and there were dolls and stuffed animals everywhere, and in the corner of the room was a giant dollhouse, “Now,” Tammy asked her captive, “What should we do first?”
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