Alice in Wonderland
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Thomas undressed and climbed into bed complete with his fantasies and dreams. He looked towards the bottom of the bed at 'Mr Jeeves', an old teddy bear much ravaged by time and two older brothers. Gone was the right ear and left eye, and bits of stuffing hung raggedly from a pulled seam in the arm.
Once, his mother had suggested that Mr Jeeves had served his purpose and should be laid to rest in the dustbin. With such loyalty for battles fought and won, and tearful cuddles, Mr Jeeves had earned his place at the end of the bed. Thomas fell into the deepest of sleeps.
He was woken by the gentlest of touches... "Alice, it's time to get up."
Thomas turned dreamily.
"Come on Alice, there's a cup of tea on the table by your bed."
Thomas shook himself awake and listened to the departing footsteps. He yawned, rubbing sleepdust from tired eyes. His eyes drank in the room: this was not the room he had gone to sleep in...
Mr Jeeves winked at him from two gleaming eyes. There were left and right ears, and only the tiniest piece of stuffing missing from the arm.
Thomas allowed his gaze to wander around the room. There were also lace chintz curtains at the windows, a beautiful china doll looked at him from the chair by the bed, dressed in the prettiest of dresses. There was a small dressing table with silver brush and comb set, laid out on delicately patterned lace cloths.
The room exuded an aroma of scent and flowers - the paper on the walls was green and covered in woodland scenes of fairies and pixies. His gaze turned to the wardrobe door from which hung a dress and petticoats. Thomas shook his head and reached for his cup of tea with his small, delicate and finely manicured hand, the ruffled wristband of the nightdress he wore seemed to awake him to the reality of the situation.
He became aware of his long brown tresses and the softness of his body and face. Suddenly he tumbled out of bed, pulling off the nightdress to stand naked in front of the mirror. What had happened to him? He felt frightened, unnerved, disbelieving, and a girlish gasp escaped his lips. The reflection was not his, but that of a pretty girl, who looked back at him with large saucer-like brown eyes, framed with long curling lashes.
There were the cutest pouting lips and a pert nose. The body had a slender waist and flared hips, long shapely legs and a fully female venus mound. The small delicate hands went up to the pert little breasts.
Thomas shivered. It really was true - he was a girl. He had to pull himself together, his fantasy had come true but now he was terrified and confused. He turned to the corner of the room and filled the wash basin.
"Alice," came a voice from a different room. "Hurry, you mustn't be late."
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