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🕑 Added 2019-08-25 05:06:44 +0000 UTCMommy held up another photo. A picture of me, back home, a lifetime ago. My stuffed Pikachu in my arms. A diaper on my body. And all around me littered sex devices. A ball gag. A wand. A blindfold. Stuff I used to use to bring myself pleasure. Now, Mommy was all I needed. I looked up at her with submission and adoration. Whatever was to follow today, I would do. For her.
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"You've been so very good at accepting the future, my sweet Kimberly. But you've still got some things in the past to let go of - you need to forget, ignore, discard every memory of ever being different to the way you are now."
The woman nodded toward a duffle bag.
"Recreate this photo now, and accept this memory as ours and not yours, and you'll be well on your way."
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I looked at the duffel bag with confusion. Recreate? Did she... did she have all my stuff? I crawled over to the bag and opened it up, and sure enough... there it was. My Pikachu! I looked happily up at Mommy and hugged it tight in my arms! Without another ounce of hesitation, I recreated the photo. A grey sheet on the floor of the white room. My Pikachu. The sex toys. And even the same matching diaper Mommy had put me in earlier. It was all planned. I had no past. Only now.
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The camera was mechanical, analog, old school and film. She wanted it to click, and whirrr, and make the appropriate sounds for a photo like this; sounds that formed a kind of time bubble and redefined memories themselves. Click. Click. Click.
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She held up both images. Side by side. They were near-identical. I couldn't even tell which one was the past and which one was the present. But that was a stupid question. They were both the present. I looked happily and dumbly at Mommy, knowing I had pleased her. But she wasn't done with me.
"You've been such a good girl..." With little more than that, she picked up the vibrating wand and flicked it on.
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Whereas the original photo had led to sad loneliness, a kind of melancholic reflection on the nature of her games, this recreation ended in something far more rewarding - the vibrator against her diaper, pushing, pulsing, squirming against the crinkling plastic. This was her life now, this was her present and her future - and Kimmy had no past. Just now; her time had come. And so had she.
