As consciousness returned more fully and I remembered where I was, my sense of comfort and well-being began to fade into a fear of the unknown future in store for me. Despite my luxurious surroundings, I was a slave in a strange house with no family or friends to care for me. Hungry for love, I gathered up as many teddy bears as my little arms would fit around, and put them in bed with me so that I could hug them fiercely and soothe my mounting anxiety.

It seemed deathly quiet as I lay there under a mountain of teddy bears. Time passed and no one came to wake me. However, my furry friends did their jobs and I began to feel girlishly cheerful and relaxed. I giggled at the thought of someone opening the door and finding my little body buried under a mountain of teddy bears. I felt very immature, but it was nice to have so many soft, furry friends.

After I'd formally introduced myself to each of my stuffed friends, I sat up and looked around the room. Apart from the brightness of the morning, it looked the same as it had the night before, and I felt comfortable that no one had come in during the night. I wondered if it would be okay for me to look around the room, so I looked into the biggest bear's eyes for an answer. He didn't say anything, though, and I finally put him back on the bed. Swallowing uncertainly, I sat up, slipped my legs from beneath the blankets, and let them dangle over the side of the bed. As I sat there, my white silk panties were the only things that separated me from nakedness.

I sat there for a long moment, half expecting a dozen guards to come storming into the room to punish me for my audacity. When none came, I felt emboldened enough to push myself off the bed and onto a shaggy beige rug. I stood there for a moment, listening for guards' boots, but the room and house remained silent. Grinning impishly at my girlish fears, I walked over to the large wardrobe against the wall. Compared to me, it was huge and I doubted that I was tall enough to use it very well. Still, I felt an undeniable feminine curiosity about what mysterious things might lay inside.

Cautiously, I opened one of the doors and peeked in, careful not to let any monsters jump out. When none did, I pulled the door open wide, then the other door. The wardrobe was made of mahogany, deeply stained and beautiful. Inside, just within my reach, were shelves and cubbyholes, all of them empty. Below them were several drawers, and I pulled each of them open only to find that they were all just as empty.

I jumped and almost screamed when I saw a small, skinny girl looking at me with a startled look on her face. It took a moment to realize I was looking into a mirror on the inside of the wardrobe door, and I put a hand to my mouth and started to giggle. The other little girl thought it was equally funny, and did the same thing. I was astonished to realize that I didn't know what I looked like. That's why I'd had such a start - I hadn't recognized myself!

The little girl in the mirror began to examine me with as much fascination as I examined her. She had blond hair in a pageboy style, curling slightly inward at her neck and not quite touching her thin, pink shoulders. Her silky bangs fell down over baby blue eyes that gazed out at me from beneath black eyelashes so long and thick that it almost looked like she wore mascara. Her pale face was slightly flushed at her cheeks, and her skin was smooth and unblemished. Oddly, I felt a pang of jealousy in my heart for the face in the mirror, even though I knew it was mine. I thought she was very cute.

Below my dimpled chin, my neck looked very thin, seeming too slender to support my head and making it appear disproportionately large. It joined to my thin shoulders between the hard ridges of my collarbones, just above the small, childish mounds of my immature chest. My arms dangled long and slender, without the slightest silver hair. At the end of each, my small, smooth hands hung limply as my slim fingers twitched nervously.

My nipples looked very tiny and were a childish pink color that contrasted beautifully against the pale softness of my small chest, which swelled almost imperceptibly beneath my areolas before fading smoothly into the gentle ripples of my ribs. My navel made a cute little dimple in my smooth, flat belly, which was visible almost down to the mound between my legs due to the skimpy panties I wore......(cont)