Cracky-chan came home from her friend Jennifer's house, where she had gone to a sleepover with a few friends.
Cracky-chan was making herself something to eat in the kitchen when she looked out the window and the statue of Rabbit-chan caught her eye. She went out to the backyard to look at it. She thought it was very beautiful and ran her hands over the smooth surface.
She went to find her dad, who was working on the car.
"Dad?" She asked.
"Yes dear." He had his head buried under the hood of the car.
"Where did you get that statue? It looks just like Rabbit-chan." He removed himself from under the hood.
"Well, I ah..." He tried to think of an explanation.
"Does it have anything to do with what you're doing in the basement? Why won't you tell me what you do down there?" She gave him the same look that her mother used before she died many years ago, right after she was born. It had the same effect and he quickly broke down. He explained everything.
"Oh cool! That's where you've been getting all that money. I have just one more question." Cracky-chan's dad looked at her with an impending sense of doom.
"Can I be a statue too? Just for a little while?" She gave him the look again.
"Honey, no. I can't do that to you. What if something goes wrong?" He pleaded, knowing he was going to lose anyway.
"I'm 13 years old, I can make my own decisions." He gave in and told her to follow him. After washing up, he took her down to the basement.
"Okay, first you have to take off all of your clothes." Cracky-chan removed her clothes while her dad played around with the machine.
"Okay, now what?" She stood there naked in front of him. He tried not to stare, this was his daughter after all, but he couldn't help himself. It had been years since he had last seen her naked, and she had gown a lot since then. Her breasts were starting to fill out to a nice size, her hips were getting a nice shape and she had a nice trimmed bush. The last thing surprised him, since Rabbit-chan had liked the same thing. They couldn't be... Not his little girl... He would have to have a talk with Rabbit-chan when he restored her.
"Now get up on the first platform and make a pose that you think looks good." She walked up to the platform and laid down on her side, on hand on her hips and the other propping up her head.
"I love you sweetheart, see you in a week." She gave him a beautiful smile and he started the machine. He anxiously watched as his little girl disappeared from the platform and...
Cracky's dad smiled as he looked down at the sixteen inch reclining porcelain figurine. As he started to pick it up, he whispered "you turned out excellent, Lia." As he carried his new figurine upstairs, he continued "I guess your wondering why your not a statue for the back yard. Well I decided that I didn’t want you outside where the 4chan boys would be drooling over you. So, I am putting you on our mantle where I will be the only one to enjoy your beauty.
He then chuckled while positioning the figurine on the mantle and then added "well, maybe a few others. Like your aunt Alice and your grandmother. Oh, and Rabbit-chan when I restore her before you." He then walked off to his liqueur cabinet, and while fixing himself a drink, he said "I’ll tell you what, I’ll take a bunch of pictures for you."
As he admired his new mantle center piece, wondered how he could make the mantle look even better. He then grinned as he rushed off to his room. When he returned, he placed a number of his photos of his daughter from newborn to her last birthday around the figurine. He then looked over his handiwork and smiled.
His smile turned into contemplation as he sensed that something was still missing. A rum and coke later found him smiling as he quickly rushed down to his lab. He returned an hour later and slipped a hardwood base under the figurine. He then positioned the figurine on the base and then glued the porcelain figurine to the base. He nodded in satisfaction as he reread the bronze plaque mounted to the base.
****** Created to honor the most beautiful daughter a man can have ******
****************** My Olivia at age fourteen *****************He then smiled as he walked off to get ready for a night on the town. He quickly dressed and on his way out, he kissed the figurine on it’s head before whispering "good night Lia. I’ll see you when I get home if your still awake."