"What's your name?" you asked.
"It's Melissa Anne Morgan," the woman said grabbing some baby wipes, "but you will call me Mommy."
"What if I don't?" you asked.
Melissa took a baby wipe and proceeded to clean your groin while saying, "Then you'll be punished. Would you like to know how I may punish you?"
"I guess," you said a little afraid of what your punishment could be.
"Well there's so many things I could do," Melissa said as she went over to a dresser and took out another pair of training pants. "I could turn you into a newborn girl. I could also turn you into an animal like a pig or rabbit or mouse. It could also be an insect like a roach or a fly. I could turn you into an object like a tampon or pad for me. Or I could vore you. That is eat you whole. You'll still be alive and feel the pain as you're digested. I'd be able to reform you after your remains are eliminated. That's just some of what I can do to punish you. Now who am I?"
"Mommy," you said not wanting to be punished.
"Very good Beth," Melissa said. "You behave like a good girl and I won't need to punish you." She took out some socks with Strawberry Shortcake on them, a shirt with strawberries on it, and a pink skirt. She brought these over to you and said, "Now to get you dressed."
It didn't take long for you to be dressed and to have pink Mary Janes put on. Once you were Melissa said, "We'll eat at McDonald's before we go shopping."
Your stomach rumbled letting you know that it agreed with that. Melissa took you out to the van and buckled you in. The drive took about six minutes and you were soon parked at Wal-Mart. 'Good,' you thought, 'after I eat we'll be shopping right after. I should be able to get security's attention and get away from this crazy lady. I'll have to be very careful though so I don't appear crazy.'
You had a Happy Meal with a cheeseburger, apple wedges, and milk. After you had finished Melissa put you in a cart and you went to the girl's section. You waited until there were a few other people around and while Melissa was looking at a dress for you you yelled, "FIRE, FIRE, FIRE," at the top of your lungs. This had the effect of getting everyone's attention as you had hoped.
"Elizabeth May Morgan," Melissa said sternly turning around. "You do not yell fire unless there is a fire."
Most people went back to what they were doing except for one store employee. She came up and asked, "Is something wrong?"
"Just my daughter trying to excite people," Melissa said trying to wave it off.
You weren't going to give up so easily so you said, "She's not my mommy."
"Elizabeth May Morgan," Melissa said feigning shock.
The store employee had called for security on the radio and in no time a guy came up and said, "Ma'am. We need you to come with us and straighten this out."
"Very well," Melissa said reaching for you.
One of the security guys stopped her and said, "Sorry ma'am but we can't allow you to touch the child until this is straightened out."
"Of course," Melissa said as one of the security guys picked you up.
The guy took you to a separate room from Melissa. There were toys and coloring books in there and you decided to color while waiting. About fifteen minutes later a female police officer came in and said, "Hi. My name's Sandy. What's your's?"
You almost replied Rick but you caught yourself in time and said, "Elizabeth."
"Well Elizabeth I'm here because you said the woman you were with isn't your mommy," Sandy said. "Do you know your mommy's name?"
"It's..." you began then stopped. You know your mother's name but for some reason you couldn't remember it. You kept trying to remember for a few moments and finally you said, "I don't remember."
"Ok," Sandy said. "Do you know where you live?"
"I live at..." you began then had to stop. You couldn't remember where you lived. "I can't remember."
"Do you remember what color of house you live in?" Sandy asked.
Thinking about it you realized that you couldn't remember what color your house had been. You shook your head and said, "No."
"Ok," Sandy said. "I'm going to show you some pictures of different hair, eyes, noses, mouths, and faces. I want you to tell me which ones most closely matches your mommy's. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes," you said nodding.
Sandy opened up a laptop and went through the different pictures. You picked out the pictures and you were surprised to see that the composite looked like Melissa. In the end Melissa had enough proof that you were her daughter that there was nothing the police could do.
Once you were back with Melissa Sandy squatted down to look at you on your level and said, "You know Elizabeth you shouldn't say that your mommy isn't your mommy. That's called a lie and you should never lie. A lie like that could have had you taken away from your mommy and you'd never see her again. Do you want that?"
You knew that you were going to be punished and there was no sense in you adding to it so you said, "No."
"Then don't lie like that again," Sandy said.
"Oh I'm sure she'll learn her lesson," Melissa said disappointment in her voice. "I was going to get her a doll today but now she won't be getting it. She'll also be sitting in a corner for awhile when we get home."
"Now be good for your mommy Elizabeth," Sandy said as she and the other police officer left.
Once they were gone Melissa put you back in the cart and finished shopping. The drive home was silent as you contemplated what punishment Melissa would give you. You hoped that she wasn't going to turn you into a bug or vore you. Out of the various punishments she had listed you would much prefer being turned into a newborn baby girl.
Once home Melissa took you up to your room while two men unloaded the van and put the shopping away. Once up in your room Melissa turned you around to face her and asked, "Did you really take me for such a fool?"
"Well..." you started to say.
"I knew this might happen," Melissa said. "I would have preferred that it didn't but I did take precautions. Once you had said I wasn't your mommy you forgot certain things. Also while you were asleep I created all I needed to prove you are my daughter. Now what do you have to say for yourself?"
"I'm sorry," you said timidly with your head down.
"I'm sure you are now," Melissa said. "However you're still getting punished. What should your punishment be though?"