Author's Note: Hey everyone! Whoever reads my stories right now, I'm sorry to say that I have no time to update them anytime soon. Teaching piano is exhausting, and so is keeping up with all the schoolwork and finals coming up. Sorry! hopefully, I'll be able to update both of them someday (in March, probably).
So here's a new story to keep you guys reading. Hope you like it! This is based on the movie made in 2003.

Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Pan or any characters in the story (yet...)

PLEASE READ: This takes place right after Peter Pan leaves Wendy at the window. Literally.

Prologue: Barbarous Business

I stared one second longer at the shooting beam of light which used to be a boy floating right in front of me. With tears in my eyes, I turned back to the family that welcomed me with open arms. I hugged my mother once again, feeling much like the child Aunt Millicent wanted me to grow out of. Mother smiled at me once more.

"I'm so glad you're back, Wendy," she said with her angelic voice. "Do you promise you won't leave us like that again?"

I grinned back. "Yes, mother." She smiled and held my hands.

All of a sudden, Aunt Millicent came by and hugged me almost hard enough to break my ribs. "My darling, I'm so glad you're home!" I laughed, but then she said, "After you settle down a bit, I will expect that you are prepared for the instruction you most desperately need."

My eyes widened in shock, but I nodded, "Yes, Aunt Millicent."

"Wonderful!" she exclaimed. Then she turned around to face Slightly, who was still speaking to Nibs and Curly. "Come, Slightly, I must give you a bath. You're absolutely filthy!"

Slightly looked up at Aunt Millicent and pouted a bit, "Is it really that awful?"

"Oh yes, dear child! Come, now," she ordered. Slightly stood up and followed her, but Father stood up and announced, "Not just yet."

Aunt Millicent opened her mouth to protest, but Father stopped her with a wave of his hand. "This won't take long." She immediately closed her mouth, and Father continued. "I want the... erm... 'Lost boys', as Wendy put it, to sleep in the living room for the time being." The boys jumped around with joy, but Father shouted, "Enough!" They stopped just as abruptly as they began, and he continued. "Starting tomorrow, we will be moving Wendy's belongings to our current extra room, and from then on, Wendy will be having her own room."

I gasped in shock and despair. "But Father-"

"Wendy," Mother began to explain, "You are a child no longer. You must have your own room."

"But what of the rest of the boys?" I cried, "When they reach my age, you won't have enough rooms for all of them!"

"Yes, however, you are going to become a woman," Father said. The boys looked on as we continued to argue.

"So? That's not an answer!"

"How dare you speak in such a tone?" Aunt Millicent spat.

"Once the boys reach the age to become men, they can still share a room, Wendy. None of them are going to become women," Mother said exasperatedly ignoring Aunt Millicent's remark.

"You need your own room because you are the only who shall become a woman. You don't want to change in front of them, do you?" Aunt Millicent asked with her strict tone already set.

"Well... why should it matter?" I asked.

Aunt Millicent sighed. "One of the many rules to being a woman is needing privacy! It is extremely improper to dress or undress in a male's presence!"

I tried to argue back, but Father interrupted, "That's enough, Wendy. This discussion is over. Boys, off to the living room. I'll show you where you shall sleep." The Lost Boys began following Father, but each of them looked back at me with sorrowful eyes. Aunt Millicent followed, dragging Slightly along with her. Slightly looked at me and smiled as if telling me everything would turn out alright in the end.

Mother looked at the three of us with a playful disgust on her face. She shooed the boys off the the bathroom down the hall, then looked at me. "Wendy, go ahead and use our bathroom."

I gasped. "Are you sure?" Not one of us has ever been able to even enter their bathroom!

She winked. "Well, you are becoming a woman, so I'm going to give you a few benefits out of all this."

I smiled brightly, then rushed to her and pecked her on the cheek. "Thank you, Mother!" I whispered in her ear.

She giggled, "Now run along, you filthy young woman!"

I laughed, but felt a pang of pain in my heart as I collected my clean nightgown and two clean towels from my drawers. As soon as I entered the bathroom of my parents, I began to fill the tub with warm water. I looked around, taking in the beauty of this room. I removed my filthy nightgown and stepped into the bath.

As I settled myself into the warm bathtub, I stared at the family portrait that hung by the mirror. It was drawn three years ago, and as I looked at my face, I realized how much I have changed since then. My face was a bit chubbier and I was much shorter. I also looked at John's and Michael's faces, which both faces have also matured. We ARE growing up, I thought to myself. I grasped Peter's kiss, which still hung from my neck. I miss you already, Peter. I don't want to grow up, but I must. I wish you were with me.

A droplet of water fell into the tub, and then another. I found myself wiping tears off my face. I stayed in the water a while longer, then stood up and stepped out of the bathtub. Wrapping my towel around my body, I touched my forehead. I felt a tiny bump, which hurt quite a bit. As I looked in the mirror, I found a red spot right where the bump was. "BUG BITE!" I cried. But then I remembered, bug bites don't hurt.

A/N: Of course, we all know that isn't a bug bite, right? Evil little pimples! Mwahahaha! Ok, sorry, I have my little outbursts. So! Hope you guys liked it! By the way, does anyone know what Aunt Millicent's first name is? Whoever knows, please tell me, I would really appreciate it! Anyway, I love reviews, so you know what to do!