There was a time when Lena was different than she is now. There was a time when she was absurdly, mind-numbingly normal. There was a time when she walked and talked and dressed and ate just like any normal twenty-year-old young woman might. There was a time when she believed that to be mature was to be boring… and uptight… and full of stress and envy and fear of failure.
There was a time… but no longer.
She knows better now, you see. She’s seen through the myths of adulthood – the tissues of lies that society weaves around us all. She has heard the mantras of working hard, and faking it until you’ve made it, and trying, trying again… and she’s rejected them all. She’s weighed them in the balances and found them wanting, you see. For even when one has worked and faked and tried with all their might, the results are only… what? Money? Fame? Even more work and more faking and more trying?
She sprawls here, warm and safe and secure in her childish retreat, supremely happy in her sheer idleness. No more work. No more stress. Just soft dollies and stuffies, and yummy babas, and pretty pacis, and the wonderfully comforting sensations of her babyish clothing. Just crawling about in innocent abandon, letting go of worries and ambitions… and even her bladder and bowels…
Bills, you may ask? Oh, Lena’s devoted fans take care of those – with plenty to spare. It’s rare to find such a sweet babygirl, after all, and even more rare to find one so willing to provide her fans with glimpses of her every moment via cameras in every room. And so the live streams continue day and night, beaming out these delightful images of a little padded princess crawling about in her pastel castle, and interrupted only by the regular visits of her caregivers who fetch her new food and bring new boxes of diapers and carry out her burgeoning bags of garbage…
Her career, you may wonder? What a strange question – for she’s clearly found her calling. Just try to find any successful business executive or teacher or nurse or banker who is more satisfied with their career than this little dear. Try if you like… and then give up when you realize that it’s futile. For what career could possibly be more satisfying than finding a way to embrace your ultimate bliss and to share it with the world?
Yes, there was a time when Lena might have laughed in astonishment at such an unusual life. So boring, so dumb, so weird! she would have giggled. But the tables are turned now, the laughter silenced, the astonishment turned to admiration. She’s a successful business baby: crawling merrily about, secure not only in her bulging pampers but in the knowledge that her adoring fans will meet her every need. They’re not extravagant needs, after all. Just a safe little nursery, and stacks of fresh diapers, and a steady flow of baby food and formula and juice to fill her belly and swell her pretty pampers…
And more to the point: will there ever come a time when you too will reject the tiresome world of adulthood? Surely none of you would refuse the chance to join dear Lena in the soft security of infancy?
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