Short Stories by Hope/The Doll/The Doll Chapter 7
She gives you a kiss and is about to leave when you stop her. "Mum..." you say.
She sits back down. "What's the matter?"
"It's just... Well... Have you noticed feeling different since we moved here?"
"How do you mean?"
You don't know how to put it. "I, I, I never thought about sex before. These last few days I seem to think about it a lot."
She squeezes your hand and you hope she doesn't notice that it's still wet from your juices. "It's been a lot to take in all at once. And you are growing up. Maybe moving has just triggered something in your head." She looks at you and smiles. "You are going to be a beautiful young woman when you grow up and sex is one of the things you will have to cope with. Just enjoy being a little girl for a while longer, yes?"
You don't answer but hold your arms up for a hug. When she leaves, you turn to Frankie. "I think it's your fault," you say.