Selina waited in the bed. She watched her toes wiggle under the sheets. Even her actions, she realize, have become childish. Selina had decide to stay and thank the person who moved her out of the museum safety rather bringing her to the police. It'd be difficult to escape them in this body and by her appearance they would send her to another hated orphanage. Also, this would give her a chance to see if this situation could be useful to her, since she can't go back to the penthouse looking like this. Even the great Catwoman gotta say her thanks to ordinary folks every once and awhile.
Minutes clicked away, Selina quickly got bored. Little did she knows, her body wasn't the only thing got younger. Her boredom became impatient after five minutes of waiting. Selina look over at the clock on the desk for the time. The clock was a jumble mess. Selina found it hard to read it and she stared at it for a long time to see what the problem was till it hit her hard. She can't tell the time! Selina threw the covers off and crawled closer to the clock. It's true. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't figure out heads or tails of it.
Selina sat back on her legs. "How can that be? I should be to able something simple as this. Why can't I tell time?" Selina spoke out loud to herself. This is bad. If she can't do something simple as reading a clock, what else can't she do?
Selina doesn't feel so confident about her plans anymore. She knows she still has her memories but not able to read clock, to tell time? Selina can't help but panic. She realize she may need to get her real (current) body before anything bad happens which is usually what happens in these cases. Making unusually decision that she doesn't do, Selina slid her little feet over and hopped off the bed, taking off for the door to find the person who brought her here to help her once again. She grabbed the door knob and tried to open it but her hand's grip is too small. She jumped up and used two hands to turn the handle.
Selina through the house to find the owner of the house. Her little feet pidder padder on the wood floor. Just like the bedroom, the rest of the house was neat and clean. 'This guy must have a great maid to have a house like this.' Selina thought jealously. She ran into the kitchen, thinking someone was here. Selina ran passed the oven and passed something that smells yummy ('yummy?' Selina wondered) coming from it. Another instinct of a little kid, she forgot for a moment about the clocks and shift her attention to the smell of food. It smelled like ham is being cook with a delicious smell of seasoning. Her tummy rumble a bit. "Maybe I can check that over there first." Selina said hungrily. She turned and dash towards the oven.
Overeager and clumsy, Selina didn't see a step and tripped over it. She land on her stomach and moved her hands up in time to protect her face from the fall. Still, Selina hit her knees on the floor. She let out a surprise yelp and cuddled in a fetal position and rubbed her knees. A tear came came out in embarrassment rather than pain, embarrass how clumsy she is by making a stupid trip and got distracted by food. What's wrong with her? Could her mind also turn younger despite having all (or is it most?) of her memories?
The sound of foot steps came running up from behind her. "Hey, are you alright?" The man asked. Selina didn't answer and the man took that as a sign that she needs comfort. He tucked the t-shirt back over Selina's butt, which she didn't resisted, and picked her up. Carrying her, he shut off the oven and and brought her over to the couch. He sat down her across his lap. "Here, let me see that." No choice, Selina relaxed.
The unknown man examine her knees intently. He rubbed them one at a time, and the pain that hurt a lot more on her (must be around 8 years old estimating) younger body gradually went away. Selina was able to think straighter now. Feeling ridiculous, Selina apologize using little girl talk. "Sowwy mister, I hada run from bad guwy and I wokeny upy ina stwang howse. Where I'ma, mister?"
Selina waited to see if she kinda over did it. She felt small on this strange big man's lap. The man continued to rub Selina's knees but his hand made their way to her little feet. With one hand, the man grab her little feet together and message both of them at the same time. Selina giggled. She felt ticklish as the man's fingers brushed softly over her feet. Selina giggled again and didn't realize the man's other hand slowly rubbed softly up her thighs.
The man finally respond. "Don't worry. There's no bad guys here. You're in my house. What's your name, little girl?" The man asked kindly.
The regular Selina would have lied but now she's a child, her mind seems to be affective by her child body. "Heheh... My name is Selina Kyle... He heheh! Stop, that tickles!" The man was now really tickling her.
The man laughed. "Oh, you know love this! Why stop something that makes you feel good?" The man said. He grab around Selina's waist and pulled her butt closer and right over his lap.
Amiss the tickling, something hard was growing against her butt in the man's lap. Something in her memory was nagging at her about it but it felt weird and grabbing her interest. "What's your name, mister?"
The man stop his hand advancement in her t-shirt next to her bald, young pussy, resting his hand on her smooth, soft thigh. "Oh, sorry. My name is..."
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