Teddy has turned

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It's been a long time ⌚ since my owner has even looked at me. I miss hearing my owners cheerful voice. I long for her embrrace, but the only thing that im getting close too are the silver fish and dust particles under her bed. She left me here under the bed for weeks, no months or years maybe I can't tell any more. I don't know the exact amount of time I have spent under this foresaken bed. All I know is that I have seen the sun rise more times than I have seen it set. Everyday I wish she would just drop some loose coins or lose a slipper or even drop her precious phone or something she actually cares about so that she will be motivated to look under the bed.

If she can just she can just look below her bed even once she can finally remember she left me here to rot like some sort of unwanted trash. I mean that twelve year old brat! who does she think she is, leaving me, a bispoke teddy worth hundreds of dollars. That girl, she can't remember me but she can remember the fuckboys and ex boy friends she says she hates and are dead to her, tsk tsk tsk hypocrite. I wish everyone in her life would leave her all alone so that she too could know what its like to be abandoned and left to gather dust. A few more years pass and she finally turned eighteen legal age yesterday. Today is a different day I wake up not under the bed of a little preteen but I wake up under the bed of a legal woman able to wiser more informed decisions like hopefully looking under the bed for once in her life. Even if not for but at least just to sweep for once in her damn life.

Seriously this room hasn't been swept for decades now, I know that sounds like an exaggeration but trust me it isn't. This room has been dusty since what seems to me like the dawn of time.

Makes sense I guess when you take into consideration the fact that her mother is a single mother/ alcoholic/ abusive/ sex worker/ addict popping pills like skittles. Her mother often steals her stuff just to get enough money to fund her next high. Now she is running out of stuff to sell and wants her daughter to become a sex worker to help raise money for . The daughter and unwilling complies as she sees she really has .

The young woman orders some adult toys to help her body prepare for what's to come. The sex toys came with a bonus box she didn't think much of it so she left it under the bed , beside you guessed it me. She leaves to go buy lingerie. So I open the box before I get to see the contents of the box I faint and everything turns dark. I think to myself guese this is bringing my misery to an end oh well goodbye cruel world I never liked you much anyway.

After a while I wake and the world looks different as of I was looking through a new pair of eyes and after a while I realise it's cause i was looking through a new pair of eyes new human eyes to be exact. I could hears things more clearly and the dust never felt so irritating. I started feeling what I guese those of you who are used to being human refer to as hormones.

My rage and anger for the girl who ditched me under the bed were quickly overpowered and replaced by Lust. Lust for the person I remember was no longer a little but a sexy young eighteen year adult. If she's going to be getting practice to become a sex worker it might as well be from me. After all I have known her for her years and she does owe me her virginity. It's the least she could give me as penance for how she has treated me these past few years. It's not enough but its a start a very deliciously dark start. Hehehe