Testimony: My First Doll

It was my third Christmas and I was so excited about all the presents. I had already opened my Western Style Barbie, Ken, and Horse. It was a great night. Santa really must have thought I was good. But there was the last gift: a huge box as tall as me. I tore into it and there she was. She was a beautiful doll who could drink a bottle and wet her clothes.

I named her Penny. We had a lot of fun together. She would stand beside me and we would walk holding hands. I would comb her hair and she would stare at me with the same smile on her face as when she first saw me.

I would fill her bottle with water and feed her. Mom told me that Penny didn't like milk. So my lactose intolerant doll and I would sit in front of the huge wooden television watching cartoons. Penny loved the commercials. We would laugh especially hard at the little boy who was always in trouble and putting toilet paper down his pants so he wouldn't feel it when he was spanked.Penny and I have so many great memories from those days. There was one particular night that I remember when my Grandmother was over. Grandmother and mom were sitting in the living room and talking. Penny and I went to the bathroom. I climbed up on the fuzzy toilet seat and turned on the water faucet. I filled her bottle full of water. She and I sat in the floor while I fed her the entire bottle of water.

I left the bottle in the bathroom and we opened the door. Grandmother and mom were still in the living room. I walked in there with a smile on my face and sat down beside my grandmother.

"Do you have your baby doll, sweetie?" Grandmother asked me.

"Yes," I said. "I need you to hold her for a minute. I have to go to the bathroom."

"Okay." Grandmother chuckled as I positioned Penny on my grandmother's leg.

"Now hold onto her." I said.

"Oh, I am. I won't let go." Granny smiled at me.

I walked into the hallway and hid behind the wall waiting. It didn't take too long.

"OH, MY GOODNESS!" Grandmother shouted. "This doll has peed on me!"

I ran to the bathroom as fast as my little legs could take me. Frantically, I unrolled the toilet paper and shoved it down my panties.

"WENDYYYYYY!" My mom's yell always meant business. So I slowly walked into the living room.
"Yes?" I said softly. When she saw me, her scowl changed to confusion.

"Turn around." She demanded. I turned around.

"WHAT on this EARTH?" She rushed toward me and pulled my panties down. The toilet paper was hanging from me and my clothes.

"So you knew Penny was going to pee on Mom, didn't you?" She was pointing her finger. This wasn't good. I just stood there like I didn't know what was going on.

"Mona, it's alright." Grandmother always tried to smooth things over. "It's just water. My clothes will dry."

"You get yourself to the bathroom now and get that toilet paper out of your underwear. And I mean now, young lady!"

As I pulled the toilet paper out of my underwear, I looked at Penny. She was sitting on the floor in front of the sink. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "That was really funny, Penny. I hope my granny isn't mad at you." I could tell by the look in her eyes and the smile on her face that she thought it was pretty funny too.