Mommy’s Little Princess

Once upon a time, there lived a king and queen and even though they longed to have a child, they couldn’t have any. Then one day, a stranger came over to their castle, which was sure to change their lives forever.

The stranger in question was a woman who was wearing a blue pantsuit with seven gold buttons on the shirt and a red belt around the waist and a pair of black platform Mary-Janes with a 2 1/2 inch heel on each shoe. She also had brown hair and gray eyes.

“Can I help you?” the queen asked.

“I’m Dinah Berman,” the stranger replied. “I see that you want to have a child. Is it true?”

“It’s true,” the king explained. “My wife and I tried for a few years to have a child, but there’s no such luck.”

“However,” the queen said, “we know a witch who can help us and if you’d like to volunteer to be our child, we would appreciate it.”

Dinah thought for a moment, during which she remembered her mother forcing her into pantsuits against her will and even punishing her for refusing to wear them.

“Yes, I’ll volunteer,” Dinah spoke up. “After all, my mom wouldn’t let me wear dresses and would only make me wear either pantsuits or short skirts. I hated those things and I don’t want to remember wearing them anymore.”

“Then you’re in the right place,” the queen smiled. “Why don’t you come join us for some tea?”

Later that day, when everyone was drinking tea, the maid put the potion into Dinah’s tea and then when Dinah was drinking the tea, she eventually felt dizzy.

“What’s going on?” Dinah said in a soon-to-be high-pitched voice prior to yawning. “I feel…so…sleepy…”

“According to the witch who was helping us,” the queen explained, “this potion not only temporarily puts you to sleep, but it will de-age you, so we can give you a chance to a very beautiful childhood that you’ve never had before. Also, one of my maids is a witch and she chose you to be our child. Katie, take her to a room nearby ours, please, so you can make the transformation a breeze.”

Katie obeyed and brought Dinah to a bedroom nearby the master suite and as soon as she put her on the bed, Dinah’s body was shrinking until she eventually looked about ten-years-old. While this was happening, Katie used her magic to alter Dinah’s memories, in which she replaced pantsuits and short skirts with several beautiful dresses filling up her closet; she also altered the memories in which the king and queen were raising Dinah to admire all things beauty, elegance and femininity. Of course Dinah smiled at her new memories despite sleeping.

“Your highness!” Katie called out, signaling the queen to come over. “What should we name her?”

“Let’s see here,” the queen said prior to thinking for a moment. “How about ‘Julia’?”

“That’s a nice name for a sweet little girl,” Katie smiled.

By the time Julia (formerly Dinah) had finished de-aging into a young girl, she was no older than ten and yet she looked very beautiful and very elegant.

“So, what should Julia wear now?” Katie wondered.

“It’s up to you,” the queen replied.

As if on cue, Katie came to the closet and pulled out a very beautiful and frilly blue and white gown with long balloon sleeves and white bows gracing the middle of the bodice as well as the overskirt in addition to a pair of opaque white stockings, a pair of black patent leather Mary-Janes and a frilly blue bow, after which she carefully took the oversized, unfitting pantsuit off of Julia and dressing her up in said outfit that she had just picked out.

Afterwards, she used her magic to curl Julia’s hair into ringlets.

“Alright, that’s quite enough!” the queen called out as soon as Katie was done adding finishing touches to Julia’s new memories, after which the queen walked over to Julia, who was sleeping peacefully, prior to kissing her on the forehead. “Julia, wake up, dear.”

As if on cue, Julia began to stir.

“Ngh…Mommy,” Julia yawned, “did I get enough beauty sleep?”

“Of course, dearie,” the queen said softly. “Would you care to spend time with us outside?”

“Of course, Mommy,” Julia smiled as she stretched herself prior to running into her new mother’s arms.

Then after they hugged each other, they came outside with the king, who, too, was happy that they finally got their own daughter. A daughter to call their own.

The End