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Rumplestiltskin


Chloe looked at herself longingly in the mirror

Silently, she prayed that beauty would envelop her

A noise revealed that a short, decrepit man stood behind, watching

The creature claimed to have powers that could change her forever

Chloe begged for the man to make her a beauty

But the man wanted something in return

From Chloe, the man wanted the first son that she would one day birth

Chloe was unwilling to agree to this until the man invented a loophole

If she could guess the man’s name before her son was born,

she would not have to give him up

Chloe unwillingly agreed and the man disappeared into the air

Instantly Chloe’s body began to change

Her lips felt fuller

Her breasts ballooned

Her buttocks turned tighter

She had turned into the beautiful woman she had always wanted to be

 

One month later, Chloe would conceive her first and last child

As the noise from the football game dimmed

Noise from the backseat of the head quarterback’s Camaro slowly increased

Two teenagers screamed out in pleasure as they both reached climax

The next morning, Chloe was alone

Again, the small man appeared out of nowhere

He informed the young girl that a child was growing inside her

Her first born son

The man told Chloe that she had three chances to guess his name correctly

Or else he would take the child

Chloe panicked and guessed simple names like John and David

The man shook his head and told Chloe to think it over

He disappeared again without a trace

 

A visit to the doctor revealed that the man was not lying

Chloe inquired about ways to delay, or even terminate the pregnancy

The doctor said she would need parental consent

This was not an option for Chloe

 

Chloe walked somberly through the park

She watched as a boy ran to his mom and dad

They smiled together in perfect trinity

 

Chloe banged her head against the wall

She could not unravel the name of this mysterious man

She searched the internet far and wide in order to find a possible solution

One article reminded the girl of the story of Rumpelstiltskin

Chloe felt foolish for not remembering it sooner

Again she looked into her mirror

She spoke the words” I know your name”

The small man appeared expecting her to solve the riddle

“I’ve figured it out, your name is Rumpelstiltskin”

A wicked, dirty smile grew on the little man’s face

“I’m sorry dear, that is not my name.

I’ll be back in a few months to collect my prize.”

With that. the man disappeared

Chloe screamed out in horror

 

For the next few weeks, Chloe was a mess

She skipped school, showering, and sleeping

She tried to decipher a way to escape this dilemma

She refused to let this man take her child

She had been incubating this thing for three months now

If she couldn’t keep the child, no one else could have him either

Chloe returned home and looked to her closest

A dress slid onto the floor as she found the tool she had been searching for

After a quick internet search on anatomy, Chloe was ready to end the suffering

The parents found Chloe bleeding out on the floor

With the mirror cracked and soaked in her blood

 

Later on, an autopsy proved to the parents that Chloe had been pregnant

However, there was no sign of the fetus’ corpse

Inside her body or out

Something must’ve happened to the baby

It couldn’t of just

 

disappeared

 
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