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(Caption) The Girl in the Picture Book
🕑 Added 2025-05-27 13:43:40 +0000 UTCThat afternoon, on his way home, he passed by an old bookstall. He had only meant to browse casually, but a thick picture book caught his eye. The cover was soft in color, depicting a grassy field under a blue sky. He flipped it open at random, and a particular illustration caught his attention: a girl in a pale blue dress sat on the grass, holding a lamb in her arms, surrounded by several adorable animals. She wore white stockings and reddish-brown leather shoes adorned with little bows. The girl's expression was serene, and her long silver hair draped gently over her shoulders. He stared at the image for a while, struck by how beautiful she was—so much so that he found it hard to look away.
He bought the picture book and brought it home, placing it on his desk. That night, before going to bed, he looked at it again—still the same page. He closed the book, turned off the light, and went to sleep.
The next afternoon, when he returned to his room, he noticed that the book had been opened again—still on that same page. But the girl was gone. Only the grassy field, the fence, and the animals remained. Stranger still, several physical items now lay on top of the book: the blue dress, the white stockings, those leather shoes, a silver wig, and some makeup. He stared at them, unsure how to feel. When he reached out to touch the wig, it suddenly flew up and landed on his head. He felt a tightness at his scalp—the wig had fused with him. Long silver hair now cascaded down, divided into two neat sections, tied with blue and white bows. He tried to take it off but couldn't budge it at all.
Then the clothes moved. The blue dress floated up and slipped over his body, zipping itself up at the back. The sensation of the fabric clinging to him was oddly unsettling. Next came the stockings, rising from the floor and wrapping tightly around his legs in smooth spirals, all the way up to his thighs. He couldn't move, could only stand there and watch as the white stockings embraced him snugly, highlighting the shape of his legs. Finally, the reddish-brown leather shoes leapt up, slipping neatly onto his feet. They fit perfectly, and the red bows on the toes looked pristine and symmetrical.
The makeup rose next—powder puffs dabbed gently at his cheeks, brushes swept across his lashes, and lip gloss slid softly over his mouth. He couldn't avoid any of it, forced to watch the transformation finish before his eyes. When it was over, he stood there completely changed. In the mirror stood a girl: her makeup delicate, her silver hair smooth and styled, her body dressed in that blue dress, her legs clad in white stockings, and on her feet were those perfectly fitted shoes.
Just then, the picture book suddenly shone with a bright light. Before he could react, the light engulfed him entirely. The next moment, the room fell silent.
The picture book still sat on the desk, open to the same page—the one with the grassy field and the girl. But now the girl was back in the illustration, sitting quietly on the grass, the lamb in her arms, surrounded by the familiar animals and the little fence. She didn't move, her smile was gentle, and everything was exactly as it had been at first. Yet only one person in the world knew that the image had ever changed.
And he was no longer in the room.
