A Baby's Vanity - Part 1 of 2 (Patreon)

Everybody has their faults, though some have faults that are worse than others. Kimmy knew she liked to stare into her vanity a little... too much, but she never thought of it really as a problem despite the fact that well-read friends of hers had even compared her to Narcissus before.

Partly because of her obsession with her own reflection, Kimmy knew she wanted to do something related her looks. A cross between modeling and cosmetology maybe. Then she’d be able to share with the world just how beautiful she knew she was.

Kimmy’s vanity mirror was one of her most prized possessions that she had spent countless hours working on only to match that with the amount of time she spent staring into it and admiring herself.

It eventually got to the point that her Mother was getting sick and tired of it. Partly worried and partly angry that her 18 year old daughter was wasting so much time with her stupid mirror.

“Enough is enough Kimmy!” Her Mother would say. “You need to quit it with this stupid mirror, or else.”

Kimmy always just chuckled at her Mother as she ignored her and continued working on her flawless makeup in the mirror, knowing they were empty threats from the woman. She would never do something like that. Her Mother was spineless, unlike her. Being a cheerleader as well as student vice-president of the class really got you places.

The boiling point came when Kimmy threw a party when her Mother was away. At first hadn’t planned on it getting so out of hand, but as parties usually did with kids her age, it of course did. Kimmy wasn’t really all that concerned... until she heard a big crash.

She rushed upstairs and found several students in her room, making out on her bed and causing all sorts of trouble. One of her drawers were open, and it didn’t take a genius to discover that she’d been the victim of a panty raid. The worst part of all though was what she found lying face down on the floor. Her gorgeous, hand painted vanity mirror smashed to bits. Pissed off, Kimmy tried to end the party right there and then, but it was too late to do so quietly. Cops had been called with a noise complaint and her Mother herself showed up not long after looking shocked and furious. Her other threats had been mostly empty in the hopes that her daughter would finally shape up herself, but it was clear now that that would never happen unless she took some drastic actions.

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“Mooooom!” Kimmy had been calling out to her a few days later. “Are we going to go or what?” Her Mom had promised her that after what happened at the party, she would buy her a new vanity mirror and new underwear. Even Kimmy was surprised that she hadn’t gotten punished, her Mom was a pushover.

She crossed her arms frustrated as her Mother finally came down the stairs with a small smile on her face, something she never had when her daughter yelled at her on an almost daily basis.

“Go? Go where?” Her Mother said in an unusually sweet voice that she didn’t really like the sound of.

“To the store? To buy me a new mirror and new panties. Duh.” Kimmy responded in a snotty voice.

“Oh that! No need. I already got them for you.”

Kimmy glanced at her Mother surprised. “You did?”

“Of course sweetheart, I got you exactly what you deserve.” With a strange smile on her face, Kimmy’s Mother took her by the hand and led her upstairs towards her bedroom.

Kimmy knew her Mother was a pushover, but she never expected that she’d actually go out and replace her broken and stolen stuff. She chuckled, ‘Maybe I should “break” my care next.’ Kimmy thought to herself.

When Kimmy entered her room though, she was confused. A lot of her furniture was gone and had been replaced by brand new stuff. Simpler, boring stuff that did not fit her perfect image of herself. And instead of a big bright bold vanity mirror... there was a tiny one sitting on the floor next to just a small bag of some of her makeup products.

“Mom? What the hell is this?”

“What’d you mean sweetie? It’s your new vanity mirror. Don’t you like it? It think it’s so cute and little. Just like you’re going to be soon.”

Before Kimmy could ask her what she meant by that, her Mother had walked over to Kimmy’s underwear drawer and opened it up. Her daughter let out a loud gasp as she glanced inside. Instead of her usual underwear drawer, full of rainbow colors of thongs and lace cheeky panties, her drawer was now filled with nothing but big white plastic-y looking things! She was terrified that she knew what they might be...
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This story was written by Zander Chesney

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