A.N

Alright, I didn't post for the longest time because Word on my computer broke, and it took about a month to fix. All that time I was working on Darkness Falls on my old Word Processor, so it was just a matter of copying and pasting. When I was done with that I started on this. (this happened yesterday) I'm going to wait till I finish this before going back to 'framed' (sorry folks). Anyhow.

Growing up on camera does things to you. And Dot is very concerned with her appearance. In short, it had to be done. P

Enter: Dot

"Alright, let's see how it went." Says the director. My brothers and I flop down on the spot. We've been going over the same lines for nearly three hours, but Mr. It-Has-To-Be-Freaking-Perfect is never satisfied. One by one we pick ourselves up and drag ourselves to a small TV situated in the corner of the room. The guy working the boom flips a switch and the screen comes to life. "Pretty good…pretty good…" Mumbles the director. A bubble of hope rises in my chest. I cross my fingers behind my back. Please oh please oh please oh please...! "Yeah, I think this will do." He concludes.

"Finally!" Breathes Yakko. Wakko falls backwards in a mock faint. I watch the little screen. It's true what they say. You never get used to seeing yourself on camera. To me, I look completely different. The miniature me on the screen turns to the side and I wince.

Lately I have been noticing every little thing I do wrong when I watch myself act. I should have moved my head there, my skirt is a bit twisted, ect. But now I notice something else. I look a lot bigger than I used to on camera. I mean, so do Wakko and Yakko; deep down I know we're just growing. But I don't like it. I look so…big. I looked a lot cuter when I was smaller.

"Can we go now?" Snips Yakko as he picks Wakko up off the floor by the tail. I push myself to my feet.

"Yes, yes, yes…" The director waves us away. We're out the door in less than a second. Yakko stretches his back and looks around.

"So…anything in particular you guys want to do?"

Wakko frowns to himself.

"We already tormented Ralph twice today…we don't have anymore shooting…nope. Can't think of anything." His face brightened "Hey, lets rent all three X-men movies! We can have a marathon!"

"No way." I interject. Three hours of the same few lines has not put me in a very generous mood. "You guys know I hate those movies. They're so fake!"

"No one's asking you to watch them." Points out Yakko. I'm starting to get seriously annoyed.

"Fine. I'll be in my room doing something worth while!" I spit. My brothers don't seem very moved by my anger and that makes me even more…well…angry. I march behind them to our tower in deep thought.

Now that I've noticed how much bigger I've gotten, its starting to drive me a little crazy. I remember a few months ago in the costume department. Yakko, Wakko and I were all given larger versions of our old costumes. I wonder how much bigger my new skirt is than my old skirt. I think back to the image of me on the screen. A lot bigger, I decide.

True to my word I head straight up to my room upon arrival at the tower so that the two morons can watch people on wires bashing people in cheap makeup. Once in my room I turn to my giant vanity mirror. If I stand on my bed and turn to face it, it turns into a full length mirror. Neat, eh? I gather up my courage and take a good look at my reflection. At first its kind of hard to see. I didn't get bigger over night. But after a minute or so I begin to see it. A bit a pudge around my waist, bigger arms…

The more I look, the worse I feel. I'm still cute, I'm sure of it; but I've defiantly gone down a few points in that area. My heart leaps into my chest as I realize I'm just not as cute as I used to be. I'm too big! My hands start to shake. What if I got even bigger?! I feel kind of sick and sit down on my bed. I'm a big huge giant blob. An ugly big huge giant blob! I curl up in a ball and try to ignore the tears trickling down my cheeks.

I stay there for a long time. Until I hear Wakko and Yakko finish their movies, and until I hear them climb the stairs and go to their rooms for the night. Then I wait a bit. And bit more, until I'm sure they're asleep. Then I creep downstairs into the living room and dig around in the giant bin we keep the movies in. After searching as quietly as I can for a few minutes I find what I'm looking for. Its an old copy of the first five episodes we did. I turn on the TV and turn down the sound as low as it can go with me still being able to hear it and push the movie in.

I watch the first episode. Then the next. And the next, until I've watched all five. I looked so cute back then! I look down at my legs, crossed in front of me. The look disgusting. Huge and uncute. So do my hands. And everything else for that matter. I sniff back some tears. How could I let this happen?

I climb the stairs to my room on my elephant legs and crawl into bed. An hour later and I've succeeded in crying myself to sleep.