Short Stories by Hope/The Doll/The Doll Chapter 3
Mum left the bath running for you, so you go up for a good soak in the warm water. She put some of that nice smelly stuff in the bath, so you lay back with your eyes closed and relax. You can’t help thinking about willies and what little you know about sex. Your hand goes down between your legs and you slide an experimental finger into your vagina. It’s only recently that you found the book gave you all the proper names for things so you know about penises and vaginas. You know that boys’ balls are called testicles and that there are other parts to a vagina, including the special sensitive bump that’s called a clitoris. These are the proper names, but you prefer willy and winkle.
You’re in there so long that the water starts to get cold, and you’re a bit surprised that Mum didn’t come up to get you out. You pull the plug and climb out, wrap yourself in the nice warm towel mum put out for you, and use a smaller towel to dry your hair as best you can. Then you go into your bedroom to brush it out. Stevie’s not in her crib where you left her (you still keep thinking of him as her) and when you look round, you see that he/she has somehow ended up in your bed. “I suppose one could have put her in there,” you think.
Your hair is really long these days and goes all the way down your back so you have to use No More Tangles special shampoo so don’t get tied up in knots. When it's finally brushed out straight, you stand up in front of the mirror and let the towel drop out of the way. The girl in the mirror is neither fat nor skinny, although her tummy does stick out a little bit. Her hair is sort of light brown at the moment, but if she gets out in the sun, it soon goes almost blonde. Her face is, well, unremarkable really. Brown eyes, snub nose and fairly even teeth, although there is a gap at the front from when you lost a tooth last week. Her chest is flat, although she can feel the fat deposit under the skin behind her pink nipples will eventually grow into boobs. Further down, over that tummy, she can see the top of the split which hides her clitoris, the hole where wee comes out and her vagina.
When you hear a voice calling from downstairs, you hurriedly slip your nightie over your head and run down. Uncle Bob still sitting on the floor leaning against the wall, but now he’s got his legs wide apart and Mum’s sitting between them leaning against his chest while they both watch some soppy film on the TV. After she’s checked you’re okay, she sends you up to bed. “I’ll be up to tuck you in shortly,” she says. She gets up and goes into the kitchen and you go over to Uncle Bob for a good night kiss. He always gives proper grown-up kisses and as he presses his lips against yours, you feel his hands slide up under your nightie to give your bare bum a squeeze which makes you giggle.