My name is Susan Winters, or at least, it used to be. Now, I have to answer to “Lil’ Suzy” with a proper curtsy and an enthusiastic “Yes, Daddy!” or “Yes, Mommy!” or I’ll get a swat on my bottom…

I’ve been undersized since I was born. You know how a lot of girls get to be taller than the boys for a little while in middle school? I didn’t get to have that experience. Even with a really late growth spurt, I had only just managed to reach 4′ 8′‘by the time I had turned 18. As if that wasn’t bad enough, I was hopelessly skinny. I’ve never quite gotten to 90 pounds, despite my former dietician’s best efforts. This meant I was also stuck wearing an undershirt long after the other girls had started wearing bras. Worse, my mother bought all my clothes from the children’s department right up until I moved out. Even though I was hardly as immature mentally as most girls my age, I had a reputation for being childish because of how I dressed. It’s hard to be taken seriously when you’re changing for gym class as a senior and everyone gets a good look at your matching Little Mermaid panties and undershirt!

When I graduated from high school, I knew college would be my chance to start over. Finally, I was going to get away from my overbearing parents and from my unearned reputation. Having no real friends, and being too small and delicate for sports, I had applied myself to my studies. I actually got a full-ride to the university and several scholarships on top of that. With my college fund added in, I had plenty of money to reinvent myself before the school year started.

I bought new, stylish clothes that I had tailored just for me, lingerie to give me a little more shape, and heels to give me some more height. I watched videos on how to put on makeup and style my long raven-colored hair. When everything was done, I finally felt like a confident, young-adult, who was ready to take on the world. And at first, I did…

I did well in my early classes, made a few friends, and even caught the eye of a boy or two. What I didn’t know is that I caught the eye of someone else. I later found out that they are called, “Female Importers” in the Brentwood Society. They kidnap girls from the outside and sell them to various individuals and enterprises inside the Society. While I didn’t know it at the time, I was just what they were looking for in order to fill a particular request.

My kidnapping was quick. I was plucked right off the street and drugged before I could even scream. I don’t know how no one managed to witness my abduction, but no one came looking for me that I am aware of anyway.

When I awoke, the nightmare that is my new life began. I’m now what they refer to in the Society as a “Little”. Small girls like me often find themselves classified that way. While I’m sure I could go into more detail later, for now, I’m just trying to get the basics of what happened to me straight in my head. I was sold from a shop called, “Darling Dolls”, a place that specializes in selling littles. I was purchased by a couple (well, the man bought me officially, as females cannot carry money in the Society, but they seemed to decide on me together). This couple made it clear from the beginning that I was going to be their darling doll whether I wanted to be or not!

Since that day I have been humiliated far more than I ever thought possible. There I am in the picture above. I never thought I would miss the Little Mermaid panties, but I do now that the only “lingerie” I get is a thick cloth diaper, crinkly plastic pants, and a “cute” ruffled diaper cover that everyone can see poking out of the back of my hopelessly short dress! There I sit, locked in a play pen I can’t escape, knowing that my peers are off at school or working jobs, while I’m forced to sit in this little box trying not to wet my diaper, but knowing that no matter how much I fight it, I eventually will…