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I am not sure if it’s the same one but I am watching West Point holiday show on fox and it’s great so far. -
By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
When Emily finished diapering Lily she then put the girl back into her pants and without thinking gently picked her up and gave her a nice hug, he would do this with some of the other students who had their diapers changed it was just a way to help them feel that there was someone that could help them. It was almost instinct for the regular sized adult at this point, "now honey I have the food already how about we get something to eat and then we can just relax?" Emily said in an almost motherly tone, she didn't even wait for respond and took/carried Lily into the dining room/kitchen before sitting her on the makeshift booster seat. -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
Well… I didn't finish the story like I'd hoped this year, but I can add a few more chapters and see how far that takes me… Merry Christmas! Act 3: A Child is Born Dave, a responsible father The first thing Dave felt as he woke was that everything was perfect in his world. There was no alarm blaring now, just Ellie’s soft breath beside him. She was beautiful; and any time he woke before her, the day started with a sense of bliss at how everything was right in his world. They had been born into such different worlds, but he had been lucky enough to meet the one woman who could make his life feel complete. His fingertips moved instinctively to her shoulder blades; touching gently so that she wouldn’t wake yet. He could trace gentle circles on her skin, wake her slowly, and by the time her eyes opened there would only be one thought on either of their minds. It was a ritual that had played out so many mornings in the past, and Dave knew it was always a thing of beauty. He shivered with anticipation, wondering where exactly instincts would lead his fingers today. They had already started to crawl down her back a little, marvelling at how she could maintain such perfect muscle tone. In the back of his mind, an idle voice started to wonder whether she was sleeping naked tonight; he could see that her shoulders were bare, but the duvet that encased them both hid the rest of her body. He didn’t remember what she had been wearing when they went to bed, but he was sure that it would be a pleasant surprise either way. It would be so easy to just lose himself at the moment, because some detail was ticking at his memory now, trying to get him to realise that everything wasn’t as it seemed. If he was in bed before Ellie, he would always watch her change. So why didn’t he remember getting into bed last night? There was something that just didn’t add up, and in his half-asleep state he couldn’t put his finger on it. He told himself it couldn’t be that important; that his wife would be just as happy for his fingers to stay on her skin. But then the memory came to him, things that had happened the night before and things that couldn’t have. He didn’t remember seeing her change because he had gone to bed in the box room. Or the spare room, he thought. He remembered that it had been his room when he was younger, and that it had barely changed since he left home. But he also knew that last night, it had been a tiny room with just a bed and a desk, which they had never bothered to decorate. His mind still foggy with sleep, it took Dave a little while to put the pieces together. But then he remembered yesterday, and everything snapped into place. He had two sets of memories in his head; David’s and his own. And in the moment of confusion just after waking, it had been easy to get confused between the two. He had tried so hard to stay away from magic, and to keep the supernatural out of his family’s lives as much as he was permitted. But it had a way of sneaking back in; and now it seemed that a simple human construct had succeeded in changing his life where all his grandfather’s attempts at trickery had failed. There was an enchanted typewriter, he knew. A part of him expected it to be sitting on the desk in Lily’s room… in this room, the master bedroom. It had changed everything, and was still making changes. The day before, he had easily been able to analyse the magic and to read through David’s memories like a book. But now, he could see two different sets of thoughts leading to the same moment, and he could feel David’s emotions in the back of his mind. Although his own studies had never included human magic, he felt that he understood the spell well enough. The typewriter had to be nearby; there always had to be a clause allowing him to escape the spell if he chose to take it. But David had no idea where it might be other than right here, and Dave had never even seen it. He blinked. He didn’t know what to do in this situation, but he was sure that giving in to his instincts would be some kind of trauma for David and for Lily. So he had to stop himself now, and maybe the safest way to do that would be to let David’s instincts guide his body for a while. And as much as he had hated those lessons when he was younger, how much he would always hate his father for the way he had been treated, he knew his own mind well enough to find where David’s thoughts were cowering. It felt like two parallel worlds were colliding, and maybe the safest way to navigate that would be for Dave and David to work together, just for today. David shook his head, and tried to make sense of all the thoughts that had been swirling in his mind. Memories of a life that wasn’t his own were mixed in with abstract equations and speculations about the theory and practice of several schools of magic. He remembered so clearly going to bed in the spare room last night, in a box room that had none of the decor remaining from his childhood. But he had woken up in Lily’s room, her body so enticingly close to his fingertips. He was… He was David, he was Dave, he was a confused mass of memories. The wish, he thought. The typewriter. They were living out some fantasy story that Sammy had created for them, where he and Lily had become the parents, and now everything was different. It felt so natural, though. For minutes after waking, he had seen the world through Dave’s eyes, stroking his wife as she slowly drifted back to wakefulness, and thinking about all the things he wanted to do for her. It felt so natural, so real, like Dave was a real person in his own right. After a long pause, he removed his hand from the small of Ellie’s back – Lily’s back, he reminded himself. This was his sister, no matter how much Dave’s perceptions wanted to insist she was his wife. She let out a little sigh, maybe disappointed that he didn’t go further. Ellie would have found that odd, he was sure. She was never shy to admit to physical desires, and he never wanted her to go unsatisfied. But Lily would have been just as disturbed to wake with him touching her in the first place, and while she was still sleeping there was no way for David to guess which identity would come out on top when they awoke. Keeping things innocent while the spell lasted was only natural; so why was it so hard? David turned and rolled out of bed, and Ellie still didn’t seem to wake. He hoped that when she did open her eyes, whoever she was today, she would remember that he’d been sleeping in the box room and never think he had been here. He let out a quiet sigh, trying to disentangle his heart from the threads of magic that wrapped so tightly around it. Everything felt so genuine, so wonderfully complete, and he was frightened by how much he wanted it all. The idea of returning to his old life, his old pains, was a spectre he couldn't ignore, no matter how vividly the present shone. He feared the cost of happiness was too high, yet the temptation was so great he didn't know how long he could hold back. It was hard to separate his own mind from Dave’s memories, and the feelings that would have been so important if this was all real. But even if Ellie didn’t look so much like Lily, he was sure that she was still his sister. His stepsister, maybe. A different hair colour didn’t make her a different person, and it seemed the burden was all on him to remember what was true. The more he thought about it, the more tangled his feelings became. Joy. Guilt. Love. Doubt. They all jostled for position, refusing to line up neatly for long enough to let him catch his breath. It wasn’t just confusion about the nature of the magic; wondering what kind of spell could move him to a different room, redecorate the house, and change all of their memories. He was just as confused about how Lily’s hair had changed colour, while he looked almost the same, and the kids seemed to have lost sixty years. It was like the rules were different for each of them, but that was just a distraction, while the real quandary was how he was supposed to feel about this, and how he actually felt. With a titanic effort of will, he managed to get to the bedroom door and slipped out into the hallway. Now, perhaps, he could focus on the intellectual problems, without having to confront love and lust at every turn. Should he go back in there? He wanted to, he knew that, and Ellie had made no secret that she wanted to step away from her real life and enjoy this fantasy while it lasted. Was he being selfish by clinging to the rules of his own life, when it seemed to be only him that cared? But as that thought crossed his mind like the crest on a whole new wave of indecision, it made him think about the children as well. About Sammy, confused and scared, and Mary adapting to her return to childhood. Did they know? He couldn’t remember clearly who he had talked about this with yesterday. But his love for the children was as strong as his feelings for his wife; a very different kind of love, but he knew that he couldn’t hurt them. And he couldn’t not be there if they needed him; so he decided that he needed to check on both of them before he even considered returning to Lily’s room. There was no doubt in his mind. He moved quickly over to the door to the kids’ room, and pushed it open. The door whispered softly on thick carpet, and his steps were muffled by the thick pile. It was just like walking on plush, but he could see that there were already areas starting to wear down from the children’s constant play. In the predawn light, he could see two faces sleeping peacefully. In an hour or two, he was sure that they would be tearing through the house like twin tornadoes, tearing through giftwrap in a frenzied desperation to open the coolest things first. But now they were little angels, lost in dreamland and probably not even aware that it was Christmas Day. They would figure it out quickly when they awoke, even if they didn’t remember right away. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, David noticed something amiss with Mary’s bed. The way she was curled up, pushed to one edge of the mattress, told a familiar story. He lifted the edge of her fairy-patterned blanket and wasn’t surprised to see a dark patch spreading across the sheets. Mary had wet the bed again. David sighed; not frustrated but just wishing he had made better plans to deal with this situation. While accidents like this had been rarer this year, he knew that he should have expected that the excitement of Christmas coupled with a more erratic sleep cycle would have made some difference. He could have woken her, and rushed her to get cleaned up before Sammy could notice. The boy had started to take some pleasure in embarrassing his sister lately, and this really wasn’t the time for any bad blood. But it was easy to guess that Mary would be louder than she needed to be when she discovered herself lying in a puddle, so any kind of secrecy was unlikely. Unless he could manage to change the bed without waking either of the kids, which seemed kind of unlikely. Still, he knew that he had to try. David drifted silently across the room, his bare feet finding the safe spots between scattered toys with practiced ease. He opened Mary's dresser drawer, extracting fresh sheets and a clean pair of pyjamas – the backup Christmas ones with little snowmen that she loved almost as much as the reindeer set she was wearing. His movements were automatic, muscle memory from countless similar mornings. Then he left everything he had gathered in a small pile next to Mary’s bed, and moved stealthily out of the room again. He quickly gathered wipes and towels from the bathroom, and then returned. Luck must be with him today, because there was still no sign that the children were waking. He pulled back Mary’s blankets, being careful not to disturb her. One blanket had a wet patch; but the duvet cover seemed clear. That would make it easier. He folded it over and laid it on the battered recliner in the corner; so he had somewhere to carry Mary over to while he changed the sheets. But he would have to get Mary herself clean first, and that was the part most likely to wake her. He thought for a moment, then gently lifted her legs into the air and tugged at the waistband of her pyjamas. Soaked garments quickly piled up on top of the sheet on the floor. He cleaned Mary up with baby wipes as best he could, and then sat her on a thick towel. And with a single graceful movement, he lifted her over to the chair. Thankfully, there was still a mattress protector on the bed. Once the sheets were all bundled up in the centre, Dave could put the wet blanket and pyjamas in the middle, and bundle the whole thing up with no further spillages. Then he quickly stretched out new sheets, and the bed looked as good as new. Next, he lifted Mary again and carried her back to her bed. He was holding his breath the whole time, sure that she would wake at any moment. The bed was clean now, but she would still be embarrassed to realise that she’d had an accident, and that wasn’t a good way to start Christmas Day for any child. But somehow, this time, luck seemed to be on his side. Once he panicked for a fraction of a second as Mary’s left arm reached out and flailed around in the air, but she didn’t seem to be aware of where she was reaching. Dave took half a step back, feeling carefully for the edge of the rug underfoot so that he didn’t step on it, and somehow Mary managed not to dislodge her mushroom-shaped bedside lamp. As she continued to move, he bent his knees and grabbed blindly towards the soft toys atop the toy chest. His arm came back holding a fuzzy creature that might just have been a duck, if ducks had stubby little legs and no wings to speak of. He remembered winning it as a prize on some fairground game; where the label had described it as a Google, although Ellie had said she thought it was supposed to be a platypus. Regardless of the yellow creature’s ancestry, it was a memory now. One precious moment with his children among so many. But right now, as soon as the creature was placed where Mary’s arm would catch it, she pulled it close and buried her face is the downy fur. That was all Dave needed, something to calm her down. So he set her on the bed, still hugging the strange creature, and seemed perfectly happy to return to sleep as her father pulled the sheets up over her. Satisfied with a job well done, Dave turned around and picked up the bundle of soaked sheets, pyjamas, and towels. He would have to put the washing machine on now, but that wasn’t exactly a new experience. He wondered again about asking Mary to wear some kind of protection overnight, but he didn’t want to disturb her. He didn’t want her to feel embarrassed at all today, because this needed to be a special day for the kids. Tomorrow, maybe, he would find a quiet moment to ask her. But today, all that mattered was that the kids were happy and ready for the big day. That was all any father could hope for, so he picked up the bundle of laundry and tried to focus on all the chores he needed to do before his family awoke. -
I know you have, but to me, being someone who played the original Cyberpunk RPG, feels more like the grimdark dystopia that Cyberpunk was always meant to be. Only thing missing is someone idiot trying to hip-shot with a rotary minigun (a la Arnold in T2 and Predator) and failing miserably because recoil is a bitch, no matter how strong you are. -
I take your stunned words as confirmation of how normal my statement is, and want to say: Merry Katmas!
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