Chris is your average 19 year old who just graduated from high school. He likes to play video games, chill with friends, and has a fondness for fast cars. Unlike most 19 year olds, though, is his height. Chris stopped growing at a very young age, leaving him at a fully grown 3 foot 1 inches tall, roughly the equivalent of a kindergartener. With his disability, he couldn't do much of what he'd like, such as going out whenever he wanted, or even the things he didn't like, such as chores. Despite these problems, he never ran into anyone who would take advantage of him because of his height. Most people were understanding of his condition and respected him, but it also made him an unlikely candidate as someone's friend. He was just simply lonely, and planned on spending the majority of this first summer free of high school playing video games and relaxing. His parents didn't like this idea.

"Oh come on, this is ridiculous." Chris moaned. 

"Well what else should we do about you? You aren't working very much with us here..." his father said. annoyed.

"Mom, tell him I should be able to live my own life." Chris begged.

"This conversation again? Christopher, you may want your own things but you are under my roof where I am paying for you. If you don't like it you can either prepare for college, or take your disability checks and find an apartment." His father spouted, getting very annoyed about having this conversation for what feels like the 100th time.

"Sweetie, we know you're frustrated. But there's nothing you can do to improve your life by sitting in your room and playing games all day. We care about you and that's why we want you to go to college, but if you don't want to go this is the only alternative."

What is this alternative they are talking about? Chris' parents want him to go to college to keep his life going in some sort of direction. Chris hates this idea, another handful of years studying all day because no one will hang out with him. Semester after semester admiring people he wish he could be or at least hang out with. Nobody is interested in a short little freak like him, or at least that's how he feels. 

Because of this, Chris has been adamantly denying any opportunity to attend a college. When at home, Chris is cared for by his parents as he can't do many things for himself. Cooking, cleaning, etc. is not only an impracticality, but possibly dangerous for him to attempt. Both of his parents have new jobs this year that require them to travel abroad, which would have been fine if Chris could find a college dorm to stay in and room mates to help out, but with Chris throwing that idea out the window there was only one option they were willing to take. Chris was going to have a babysitter this summer. 

"I might be the size a kid, but I'm not ACTUALLY a kid. You know that right? I don't need a babysitter." Chris pouted.

"Please don't say it that way, honey. We know you're an adult now but we have no choice, you can't do this alone. And don't be so down about it, the doctor still says if you eat well enough you could grow an inch or two." His mother said, gently as always.

"Pfft, fat chance. That hack has been saying that for years." Chris mumbled.

"Look. I'm tired of the smarky comments and arguments that get us nowhere. No college means you're getting a babysitter. Your mother and I's flight leave tomorrow morning and I'm guessing you'll be asleep. So this will be the last time you see us all summer. So PLEASE can we make this pleasant? I still love you, you know." Chris' father said. He was always a hot tempered kind of guy.

"Fine... I'll miss you." Chris said.

"I'm so glad to hear that sweethart, we'll miss you too. The babysitter should arrive at around 11:00 A.M. tomorrow. Be ready to open the door for her.

Chris made his goodnight hugs to his parents and head out for bed, not knowing how things will unfold in the coming days.

The next morning rolls around and Chris is deep asleep in his bedroom.  His room is peculiar, as if a teenager’s room was scaled down. His bed, bureau, desk, etc. were all the size they would be in a child’s room, just washed away of any child aesthetics. Even his bed was the fit for a small child, just with plain sheets and blankets. Just by looking at his room alone, you could tell Chris isn’t fond of being babied or feeling like a child.

Chris steadily awakens from the sunlight creaking into his room and the birds chirping outside the window. He slowly opens his eyes and begin to wake u- *DING DONG*. The doorbell rings making Chris jump. 
“Someone is at the door?” Chris thought to himself,  

“Who could it be… ah well, I’ll just let Mom and Da-“

Chris paused with the realization of last night’s events, and who was at the door. He let out a sigh as he rolled out of bed. The doorbell rang once more while on his way to the front door.

“Alright, alright I’m coming!” he yelled as he tippy toed for the door handle to open it.

The door swung open, and on the other side was a girl more beautiful than Chris had ever seen before. Standing at 5 foot 6 inches, he had to look way up to take in her full beauty, which wasn’t anything Chris wasn’t used to at this point. She was what some people would refer to as a ‘plus sized model’, which basically means ‘not a twig’. She sported nice curves, an attractive pear shape, fair skin tone, and long brown slightly curly hair that stretched all the way down to her elbows; she was just so nice to look at.

She was wearing black high top converses, a pair of jean shorts, a gray t-shirt with some kind of Varsity logo on it, and a large shoulder bag presumably filled with her belongings for the summer.

She looked down to meet eyes with Chris. “Oh! Hello there.” She said with a smile. “I’m guessing you are Chris! I’m Michaela. ”

“H-hey Michaela, it’s nice to m-meet you…” Chris stammered, still bewildered by how pretty she was.

She smiled at his nervous response, until a look of confusion took over her face as she looked around.

“Hey… where are your parents? I’d love to meet them as well.” She asked.

“Um, didn’t they tell you? They already left for their flight hours ago.” Chris said.

“Hmm, they let me know that they’d be here at this time to give me any information I needed before heading out...” Michaela explained, very perplexed.

“Huh…” Chris shrugged. His parents specifically told him that they’d leave before Michaela would arrive, and it’s not like them to just lie about a situation like this. Could it be that they just overlooked this, since they have been so busy setting up their new jobs? It seems likely enough.

“No matter!” Michaela said, returning her smile and interrupting Chris’ thought process, “As long as YOU are here, I’m pretty sure that’s the most important part.” She giggled. “Oh, and by the way, I love your pajamas!”

Chris looked down to see his pajama pants with a variety of cartoon characters on it. While he preferred being treated like the adult he is, it was admittedly hard to find pajamas (or any clothes for that matter) that would look presentable for someone his size. Besides, who was going to see him in his Pajamas anyways?

“Yea… I was actually asleep when you rang the doorbell.” Chris said as he blushed. 
“Aww, I’m sorry about that! Would you like to go get some more sleep? I promise I won’t bother you anymore with loud noise.” She said.

“Nah, it’s fine. It was about time for me to get up anywa-“ *RRRR* Chris was stopped by his own stomach churning.

“Haha” Michaela chuckled a bit as she kneeled down. “Sounds like someone is ready for breakfast!” she said, as she gave his stomach a little poke. “How about you show me around and then I’ll get you something to eat.”

Chris nodded and started showing her around the house. He felt odd about the way she kept talking to him, almost as if she was talking down to him. Could it be that she found his height issue funny and worth demeaning? No… it was too early to just judge someone like that, and he knew better. 
Michaela had been following behind Chris to get an understanding of the layout of the house, watching her pace as to not bump into the back of him with her larger steps. She found it very cute, and smiled to herself.

“And this is where you’ll be staying.” Chris said as he opened the door to the guest room.

Michaela walked into the room and lugged her bag onto the bed. “Wow, this is really nice! I don’t think I’ll have any problems getting comfortable in here for the summer. You really know how to show a girl around Chris!” She said cheerfully.

Chris smirked a little to himself, flattered by her kindness. He then noticed how big her bag truly was, it was almost the size of him, and most likely much heavier too. 
“Wow, did you put your whole house in that bag? That thing is huge!” Chris exaggerated.

“Oh, really? It’s just some clothes and necessities. I just like having a lot of clothes to wear, I guess.” Michaela said. “Anyways, I owe you that breakfast for showing me around! What do you wanna eat?” She asked.

“Hmmm, I’ll just take a PB&J if that’s cool.” 
“Ah, nice and easy. I like that!” Michaela expressed. Chris could feel himself starting to blush again, so he decided to go get dressed into day clothes while she started making the sandwich.

He arrived to the kitchen to find her at the counter preparing everything. It was at this moment that it started to sink in for Chris how beautiful Michaela really was. He found himself staring at her smooth waist being wrapped up by her jean shorts, which was an easy place to start seeing how it was eye level for him. Her figure was feminine and attractive, but you could tell she was fit and had some strength behind her. She had a confident and healthy posture, an almost motherly aura to her.

Chris shook himself out of staring before she could notice. He stood on his tippy-toes to see how the sandwich making was going, to then quickly stop and to stand back a bit. He was starting to realize how embarrassing it was that he had to stretch as far as he could just to see on top of the kitchen counter, let alone to see what his babysitter was up to. He decided to wait at the table, while the thought that he is currently a 19 year old with a babysitter started to creep back into his conscious.

Before he could get too far into the grief of this thought, Michaela had walked over.
“One order of PB&J and Apple Juice for you, sir!” she said playfully as she slid the plate onto the table and sat across from him. She was so kind hearted when talking to him it almost gave him the vibe that she was flirting. There was no chance that was the case.

“I’d love to be a waitress one day, maybe after my babysitting days are said and done.” Michaela said.

“So far you’ve earned my tip!” Chris said as they both smiled.

Chris dug into the sandwich, but was quickly off-put by the silence. 
“So… uh, are you hungry Michaela?” Chris asked, taking a jab at killing the awkward silence.

“Nope, I picked something up on my way here.”

“Oh, so did someone drive you here? Or did you take a bus or something?” Chris asked, trying to steer the conversation in any way he could.

“I drove myself, silly! My car is parked in the driveway.” she said. 
“Woah, really!?” Chris asked excitedly. He loved cars so much, but isn’t able to drive one because of his height disability. He’s so fascinated by people who can drive, and very jealous that some people see it as just another daily task. Every video game he plays has something to do with driving, the thought of getting behind the wheel gives him a thrill, even if it is just one time.

He hopped off his chair abandoning the half eaten sandwich to peer outside the window. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped. “No way…” he quietly said to himself, completely blown away at what he was seeing. He was looking at this year’s newest Ford Mustang with a red glossy finish and the classic black stripe down the center. If someone had told him he was still asleep, he would have believed them.

“Like what you see?” Michaela said as she walked up behind him, with a playfully cocky demeanor. 
“Like what I see? I can barely believe I’m seeing it! You are so cool. I wish I could drive.” Chris said.

“Haha, I’m sure you’ll have your chance one day little man.” She said as she ruffled his hair.

That was pretty insensitive for her to say, Chris thought. You would expect her not to call someone with a height disability “little man”. This really disappointed him; she had been so nice up to this point. Why would she be so rude out of the blue?

“Um… anyways, how did you score a car like that?” Chris asked, trying to change from the sore subject and move on.

“My dad is pretty well off. He said if I got straight A’s all year the car of my dreams would be mine.”

“Straight A’s? Are you in college?” Chris inquired.

“College? Oh, no no no!” She responded surprised, delighted by the thought. “I just finished up my sophomore year of highschool.”

Time seemed to have become frozen for Chris. He had to have misunderstood what she just said, maybe he hadn’t gotten enough sleep afterall. Highscool? That would mean she was younger than him, which couldn’t be right.

“Hey, Michaela… How old are you?” Chris asked with desperation in his voice.

“I’m the average age for my grade, 16!” She said casually.

Chris felt a tightening in his chest, his world felt like it was falling apart. Did his parents REALLY get a baby sitter that was YOUNGER than he was? Did they not for a second think how incredibly embarrassing that is for him? He already has such a hard time comparing himself to people his age, but they went ahead and brought in someone who was much younger and much more ahead in life than himself. Chris wanted to collapse right then and there, this was too much to bare.

“Chris? Helloooo? Did I say something to upset you, buddy? I’m sorry if I did…” Michaela said, with a worried tone. 
“…my parents never told me you were younger than I am. This is… it’s just really hard for me.” Chris said with a defeated expression. He turned to head back to his room to sulk for a bit.

“Wait… what? Younger than you? What are you talking about? I said I’m 16 years old. I don’t know what you heard there, sweetie. There’s nothing to worry about!” 

Chris froze and turned and looked up directly into her eyes, even if it hurt his neck a little.

“...My parents. What age did they say I was?” Chris asked with frustration building in his throat.

“Well now that I think about it… they sort of avoided the topic. Somewhere around 6 to 8 years old, and that you’re just small for your age.” Michaela recalled.

Chris’ face turned red with anger from a feeling of betrayal. His own parents treating him like this when they know it’s his biggest weakness. Do they really see him as some little kid? Is this some sort of sick punishment? The recognition settles in that this whole time Michaela hasn’t been talking down to him or flirting with him, she’s been talking to him like he’s a kid. Which is exactly the opposite of how he wanted to be treated.

“I’m 19 years old!! 19! My parents lied to you! They lied to me!” Chris yelled.

“Woah! Calm down, what do you mean 19? Is… this some kind of a joke? Should I call your parents?” She said, not really knowing what to do in this situation.

“You know what, yea, call them! I want to hear what they say about this.” Chris demanded.

An hour passed as they get a hold of Chris’ parents on the phone and a lengthy argument occurs. Something none of these four people were expecting to have to go through today.

“Alright, here’s the deal dammit. You know how many babysitters hung up on us when we explained that you were 19? I’m sorry Michaela, but we lied to you because we needed someone to do this for us.” Chris’ father explained over the speaker phone to the both of them.

“And what about me!? You just betrayed my trust like this?” Chris said loudly into the phone.

“Yes, yes, I’m sorry to you too Christopher. Michaela, if you’re mad I understand. I’ll get his mother and I some return flights and we’ll get this sorted out.”

“Hold on, hold on. I have no worries babysitting Chris still. He’s a nice guy from the morning I just spent with him. I have no problems with this!” Michaela said.

“Really? That’s amazing, thank you so much for being so agreeable Michaela. We’ll boost your pay for sure.” Chris’ father said, relieved.

“And what about me, Dad? What if I want you to come back?” Chris asked, feeling ignored.

“Son, you just have to deal with it. We need these jobs, and Michaela seems to be a nice girl. If either of you need anything you know my number. Bye!” *click* Chris’ father hung up before they could say anything, clearly avoiding any extended argument from Chris.

An awkward silence once again filled the room like an obnoxious odor. Chris felt if there was any time to act like the adult he wanted to be seen as, now was the time.

“Look, I’m sorry I got so upset and confused you. I just really want to be treated like the adult I am. I’m sorry I was so childish.” He explained while hugging her waist apologetically.

“Childish? Buddy, this whole time I’ve been blown away by how well put together kid you are. So it isn’t really surprising me that you aren’t actually a child. Well, mostly unsurprising. I have to say, I’ve never seen someone with a disability like yours. It must be hard being so… small, but I’ll be here to help!” she said as she got down on her knees to return the favor with a big hug.

Chris’ whole body was engulfed with the hug, her soft skin pressed against his face and torso. His feet nearly dangled off the ground. She was just so warm and gentle. Before he knew it, he was falling asleep.

Michaela, realizing that Chris was falling asleep in her arms (this wasn’t her first babysitting gig, afterall), picked him up and cradled him to his room. Chris, still partially awake, was enamored with the feeling of being held by her. If this was any other person in any other situation, he’d be fighting for a chance to get on his own two feet. Here though, he felt like he couldn’t move if he wanted to. She had all the control, and it was so nice being against her body.

“Well, it’s only 4:00 P.M., but these emotional few hours must’ve been enough to knock him out.” She said to herself as she tucked him into bed. Right as she put him down, she realized the erection he was now sporting. She held her mouth to not laugh too hard as to wake him back up. There was just something so cute about that in her mind that she couldn’t help but get extremely giddy.

Michaela let Chris rest as she started to make herself at home for what will be one interesting summer.

Chris is running down a dark and endless room, with fear looming in over his shoulders. His heart beating quickly, he approached a door shining in the darkness. He reached for the handle, but it’s just out of reach. He can feel something approaching behind him, calling his name.
“Chris? …Chris?” the voice calls.

He desperately jumped for the handle and by the tips of his fingers pulls open the door.

“CHRIS!” Michaela yelled, shoving Chris out of his slumber.

Chris jumps before quickly realizing it was just a dream. A really, really weird dream at that. What was that all about?

“Yeesh, you don’t look so good. Were you having nightmares?” Michaela asks, looking concerned. She bends over and puts her hands on her knees.

“Um, yea, I guess. It was… weird at the least. How long have I been asleep for?” He asks, shaking himself awake.

“Oh, just about an hour. What kind of babysitter would I be if I let you ruin your sleep schedule on the first day?” She stood back up, correcting her posture. “We’ll both hit the hay in a few hours.”

Chris hopped off his bed to go to the bathroom. He washed his face off, trying to clear his mind from the dream. He wasn’t one to normally have nightmares, and when he did they were certainly nothing like that. He looked in the mirror and inspected himself for a while, which is something he didn’t do often as he detested having to get the step stool to see the mirror properly.

He definitely looked like he just woke up. His hair, which was dark brown and a bit too long for his liking and only getting longer by the week, was pushed in all sorts of wacky directions. Classic ‘bed head’ syndrome. His eyes had bags under them, fitting well with his pale skin. You could tell he didn’t invest much into his appearance. Why would he? He didn’t have anyone to impress, or to go out and see, so he just spent that time he would to clean himself up playing video games and sleeping instead. He sort of felt bad with Michaela now in the house, so he cleaned up his face as much as he could and headed for the living room.

From the hallway he saw Michaela on the couch, casually watching whatever is on TV. She was wearing some assorted pajamas, a pair of black sweat pants with ‘Hello Kitty’ print over it along with a long-sleeved red and white Hello Kitty t-shirt. Michaela liked the idea of matching outfits and being overall fashionable, which Chris was getting the vibe of at this point. Her long hair looked wet; she must’ve tried out the shower while Chris was taking a nap. 

Michaela looked over to see Chris admiring from afar. 
“Believe it or not, this couch has room for two!” she said, waving him over.

While walking over, Chris took the moment to admire the fact that Michaela had been so laid back all day. She wasn’t off put by Chris’ disability, or that his father lied about this whole situation. He almost felt lucky. Michaela could have been a total jerk about this whole situation but was mature about it.

Chris made his way to the couch and hopped on.

“Anything good on?” Chris inquired, glancing at the TV.

“Nothing, as usual. Man, cable sucks nowadays! The remotes yours if you want it, little dude.” She says as she offers the remote.

Chris looked down and away trying to not show that it bothers him that she called him small again.

“Oops, I’m so sorry.” She quickly said, not realizing the buttons she pressed.

“It’s fine I guess…” He said, trying to avoid the topic. “Oh hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you. What school do you go to? Do you live around here?” He was curious, since he didn’t remember ever seeing her at his school.

“I go to St. Petersburg.” She answered.

“Ah, okay. That’s why I haven’t seen you before.” Chris went to the other school in the county. This relieved him; something about the idea of his babysitter being a former classmate would have just made the salt in the wounds a bit more degrading.  

“So when you’re not earning A’s in school or cruisin’ in your sweet ride, what are you up to?” Chris inquired. While he was still embarrassed about this whole situation, he found it nice being able to talk to someone around his age. Having no friends, it got annoying having only your parents to talk to most of the time.

“Well, I like to dance, and I’m pretty good at it too! I actually instruct some dancing classes when Fall starts rolling in.” She explained. “I also just simply like to shop, since my dad only gives me money if I ‘earn’ it. Grades are easy to me, so it isn’t much work on my side. It feels rewarding to have the freedom of my own money and being able to spend it.”

Chris was gazing at her while listening. He may not have had an interest in dancing or shopping for clothes, but he admired her lifestyle so much. The ability to go wherever she wanted, when she wanted without having someone to tag a long or to tell her what to do was such a value to him.

“W-wow. You seem to have a lot going for you at your age.” Chris said.

“Really? I guess… I just sort of do what I think is fun. Oh! And before I forget, this is probably something your Dad didn’t tell you about regarding the situation earlier. My dancing lessons start in August, which means you’ll have to tag along for those.” She informed him.

“What? Really?” Chris moaned. “Are you SURE I can’t stay home for that?”

“Aww come on, it’ll be fun! I promise. You can even join in if you want. I’m sure the girls would love another dancing partner, there’s always room for more.” She said teasingly.

Chris rolled his eyes and took the joke for what it was.

“Fine… but hey you’re stuck with me if I want to do anything.” He poked back, trying to feel some form of light hearted retaliation.

“Sure!” she smiled. “I’m parched, gonna grab a drink from the fridge.”  

As she got up to get her beverage, her body in motion caught Chris’ eye. Her butt looked amazing in those tight, girly, Hello Kitty sweat pants. The way it slightly jiggled with each step was a wonder to look at. You could tell she had strong muscles all over, but especially in her legs. That was no surprise for a dancer. She walked with such purpose; she always had the confidence to know exactly what she was doing in any moment. Bringing his eyes up, he realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra on under her night shirt. Her boobs were pretty impressive for her age, one breast was probably the size of Chris’ head! Or at least from what he could see, he didn’t have the gall to ask for a comparison. Continuing upward, her face was lit up by the light of the open fridge, illuminating her details in the dark kitchen. She had an angular, but still feminine face. She looked as bubbly as her attitude was, it was a nice fit.

She returned to the couch as Chris quickly focused his vision to the TV as to not get caught ogling.

“I’m back!” she said as she plopped on the couch, making Chris bounce a little.

“So Chris,” she said before taking a gulp of cold water, “I noticed that you left your pajamas from this morning on the floor. You should go throw those in the hamper real quick.”

Chris leaned back, “Eh, I’ll do it later. I’d rather hang out on the couch for now.”

Michaela put down her water and turned to him. “I wasn’t asking you, I was telling you. Besides, today it’ll be one or two pieces of clothing. Tomorrow the whole house will be a mess!”

“Give me a break, a little much don’t you think? My parents aren’t even that picky…” Chris responds, getting a little annoyed. Are one or two pieces of clothing on the ground really that big of a deal? Or was she trying to boss him a round?

Michaela’s eyes open a bit wider as she straightened her back to look down on Chris. You could tell she didn’t appreciate the tone.

“Okay look. I get that you don’t like being bossed around by someone both younger and bigger than you, but I’m being paid to be here and to be your babysitter. I take that seriously!”

Her tone, stance, and eyes gave Chris a chill down his spine. She didn’t seem angry, she just meant business. Chris was taken aback. He has been scolded, yelled at, and criticized by his parents, teachers, and other authorities alike, but never has it intimidated him so much. Just the way she held herself, the way she spoke, brought him a bit of a shiver.

Michaela, noticing this small shiver, toned it back a bit and smiled.

“Besides,” she said as she put her hand on her hip, “I think you need me more than you’re willing to admit.” She said with a playful look on her face.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Chris asked in an almost demanding tone.

“Just think about it. You had to stretch as far as you could to even see what I was making on the counter earlier. What would you have done if I wasn’t there? Could you have fed yourself?”

Chris thought about it for a moment. He went deep into thinking about the situation, and started to become a bit upset. Would he really be screwed if he had to be on his own? Did he need someone like Michaela to take care of him? He never had to ponder it much with his parents being around all the time, but now things have started to change for him. He’s becoming an adult now who can’t rely on mommy and daddy every day.

His excessive thoughts were interrupted by a small giggle, “And if I wasn’t here, whose butt would you stare at when waiting for your food?” Michaela smirked.

His heart sank into his chest. She noticed him looking? Did she notice all of the other times he was staring at her, like a moment ago? His face became red as he felt humiliated, he started sinking into the couch a bit more.

“Hey, I can’t blame you. I’d stare at this butt too if it was in my face!” Michaela gave her bottom a small, playful slap to ease the tension.

Chris chuckles a bit before he is yet again stopped by his own stomach churning. This reminded him of the fact that he’s only eaten half a PB&J today.

“It’s so cute when your tummy does that.” She says as she leans in to poke his stomach again.

He lets out a small laugh as the contact between her finger and his stomach must have hit a tickle spot. Chris quickly inches away.

“Awww, are you still ticklish??” She asks, having a new excited kick to her voice.

“Ummm, I, uh, n-no!” Chris stammered while he tried to get up off the couch.

“Oh yea? Well, then what happens if I do—this!”

Michaela grabs Chris by his arms and legs and starts going tickle crazy, wiggling her long fingers all over. From his neck, to his stomach, to his arm pits, it was all too much to bare. He was laughing so hard, tears nearly started forming. Trying to beg her to stop, he couldn’t get the words out between the gasps. She leaned in on his legs slightly and held his wrists together using only her thumb and pointer finger, making Chris realize the severity of how much larger she was. Try as he might, the only way this was going to stop was when she decided to stop.

“Will you go pick up your clothes?” she asked.

“Yes! Anything! Please stop!!” he begged, still gasping between laughs.

Michaela felt an odd warmth inside of her when tickling and touching Chris. Michaela wasn’t a stranger to contact. Having plenty of boyfriends throughout her highscool career she had done most things that were appropriate for her age, but she had never felt this. This nice feeling she got from handling Chris however she liked, it spiked her curiosity and intrigued her.

Chris, still being tickled, and still begging for freedom has now realized that he had gotten an erection. Something he really doesn’t want Michaela to notice. He wasn’t aware of the fact that he got an erection when she carried him to bed, so in his mind he was still evading more humility.  Unfortunately, the bulge was all too obvious.

“That looks like enough excitement for one night.” She said, letting him free after noticing the bulge. Now she was the one laughing.

“Chris you’re adorable, I hope you know that.” She said, smiling at his face. He was as red as a tomato at this point from all of the struggle and blushing.

“Go take care of your laundry and I’ll get us something to eat.”

Chris runs off to his room without a second thought while Michaela prepares their dinner.

The night was pretty calm from that moment on, they enjoyed their dinner and headed to their rooms to finish off the first day. Chris still doesn't entirely know what to think of Michaela. Either it be fear, trust, attraction, or a mix of everything, she at least is someone cool to hang out with this summer.

Almost a week had passed by since we last left off. There really hadn’t been much going on. It was the first week off from school for the both of them after all, so they took kindly to the idea of some relaxation. Chris had made sure to keep his room tidy to avoid any more awkward predicaments, along with keeping his staring a bit more discrete. Michaela had gotten completely adjusted and unpacked in the house, fully stocking the closet in the guest room.

“What? No way. You gotta be crazy!” Chris said to Michaela across the dinner table.

“I was thinking the same thing about you. How could you like Walking Dead more than Breaking Bad?” Michaela responded. They were having a lighthearted argument about tv shows over lunch.

“Well, an awesome zombie apocalypse with suspense and action versus some old dude’s illegal science experiments. Which one sounds more exciting to you?” Chris pressed. He loved the Walking Dead, and really most action shows and stories for that matter. Anything where the main character takes actions into their own hands was worth a watch for him.

“Oh that’s a poor description and you know it.” She said, pointing her fork at him. “Have you even watched Breaking Bad at all?”

“The only thing I really remember is that Dodge Charger in Breaking Bad was also used in The Walking Dead, which I thought was super cool.” Chris explained.

“Oh yeah! That car was a fair bit of inspiration for my baby outside.” Michaela said, it really was her dream car. “I can’t believe it’s been a week since I’ve last driven it.” She couldn’t even talk about her ride without it putting her in a really great mood.

“You’re telling me. I can’t sleep at night knowing that thing is just sitting in the driveway waiting to hit the road. You really are the luckiest person I know, Michaela. I want to drive that car so badly, or any car for that matter.” Chris said, followed by a lustful sigh.

Michaela couldn’t help but feel bad for Chris in this moment. The actual probability of him being able to drive one day was slim to none. Cars just aren’t made for someone his size, well not actual cars. She couldn’t imagine wanting to do something so badly and have literally no ability to, she really felt as lucky as Chris said she was.

“How about this…” Michaela said, looking at the time on her phone. “It’s a little past noon, we have plenty of time to go for a spin, seeing how I wanted to get some shopping done sooner or later anyways!” She said, but before she could even finish Chris had hopped off his chair to get ready to go out. He was so excited, even just being in the car was such an honor to him, especially compared to the family mini-van that’s been lugging him around most of his life.

“Hold up!” Michaela yelled over to Chris, stopping him in his place. “I have but ONE condition. My car, my rules. No complaining, and DEFINITELY no misbehaving.” Michaela said with a slight stern to her voice.

“Uhm… Sure, of course I wouldn’t be rude in someone else’s car. What makes you think I would?” Chris paused for a second. “I thought we’ve been getting along really well so far.” He said, a little disappointed that she thinks he may have negative intentions.

“I don’t think you’d purposely be rude, I just don’t think you’ll like my rules.” She said which was oddly vague to say the least. What kind of rules could she really have? He didn’t plan on eating or drinking in the car, or anything ridiculous like that. If anything Chris wanted the car in as nice as condition as possible, there’s nothing sweeter than that brand new car smell.

Chris shrugged it off; he was way too thrilled at the idea to really take much note of it. They got their shoes on, Michaela grabbed her purse, and they were headed out of the house. Chris approached the car with awe. This car was obviously purchased new. It looked fresh out of the factory! The paint job was reflective enough to be used as a mirror, the windows had a dark tint, and the rims glistened in the sun. If he had a camera on hand, he’d be trying to take a photo for his computer’s wallpaper right now.

Michaela walked up behind him and unlocked the doors with the wireless key fob.

“Alright Chris, I’m gonna say it again. My car.  My rules. No complaining.” She said with clarity, staring him right in the eyes.

She opened the door for him, and as it slowly opened Chris got eager about the idea of hearing the car roar from the inside. The feeling of the mechanical beast revving up and taking off, something that had to be experienced rather than imagined to get a clear understanding of. He was so ready to experience that feeling.

The door finally opens all the way and as the interior becomes in view, Chris looked inside. His face of glee instantly turned into a gaping mouth of disappointment and shock…. He couldn’t believe what was staring back at him in this car.

A car seat. She had a car seat for little kids ready and waiting in the back.

He paused for a second, then turned and looked up at her with that same disappointed face. He felt tricked, fooled into believing this was going to be a fun experience for him.

As he opened his mouth to say something, she quickly defended with “Like I said! My car. My rules.”

“But… why?” He asked, as the disappointment sunk in even further. How could he enjoy a beautiful moment in an amazing car like this strapped to a children’s car seat? 

“Whether you respect it or not, there are driving laws. In this state, if you are under the height of 4 feet 9 inches you are required to be in a car seat at all times when the vehicle is in motion.” Michaela explained. “Now last time I checked, you aren’t 4 foot 10 now are you?” Michaela asked, putting her hands on her hips.

Chris looked down with shame. “…No, I’m not.”  He said, gulping his anger and upset feelings back down.

“I thought so.” She looked at him and started to feel bad. “Sorry, I know I shouldn’t have put it like that” she said while stepping closer to slightly caress his head with her hand. “But don’t make this such a big deal! We’ll be at the mall sooner than you know it, and you’ll be fine.”

Chris looked back at the car seat and felt a nervous flutter in his stomach.

“I-I don’t want to go anymore. L-let’s just go back insi- woaaah!!”

Michaela wasn’t really in the mood to deal with the semantics, and simply just picked him up and plopped him in the seat. She buckled him in quicker than he could realize what was going on. She had used this thing seemingly a thousand times on other kids she had babysat. Seconds later she was in the driver seat and getting ready to go.

“See! Was that so hard? Look, you’re in the seat, and you haven’t melted away from embarrassment. You’re fine, silly.” She said, a bit annoyed but also understanding. She gets that these kinds of things are really hard for Chris, but she also knew he’s being a total diva about it whether he realized it or not.

Chris crossed his arms and pouted. This certainly wasn’t what he was excited for, he felt so babied. It made him feel frustrated and sad and confused all at the same time. This is something he borrowed from his parents. His Dad had obnoxious anger issues, and his Mom would get very stuffy and emotional easily. Somehow he ended up with a mix of both of these personality traits. He would easily get mad and very quickly thereafter become upset and emotional. He’d gotten better at holding back water works the older he got, luckily enough.

“Why do you even have this thing anyways?” he muttered, still pouting.

“I’ve done countless babysitting jobs in the past, remember? These sort of things can come in handy very often!” She said as she poked her key into the ignition.

“Well, here’s the moment you’ve been waiting for!” She said as she turned on the car and revved up the engine.

Chris would never ever admit it, but even in this dorky car seat for little kids, the vibration and torque of this power house was still simply exhilarating. It felt so cool when the car was building speed and switching gears, you could tell what this baby was really capable of. Michaela was a responsible driver, so neither of them experienced what it’d be like to go that fast, but it was a nice thought for Chris either way.

Before he knew it they had already pulled up to the parking lot of the mall. Michaela slipped out the car and opened up the back, while Chris was already trying to open up the latch of the car seat.

“Ah, ah, ah~! I put you into that seat, and I’m the one who is supposed to get you out.” She said, pulling Chris hands away from the belt buckle.

“Is that really necessary?” Chris moaned as she leaned over him.

Michaela put her head right above his, letting her long hair droop on top of and around him. She smiled and said “My car. My rules!”

There was something so intimidating about her getting so close to Chris. He could see every small detail when she was this close, as if it was a high resolution image zoomed in. It was crazy how huge something like a face could seem when it was on someone who was twice the size of you. As Michaela’s face got close enough to touch his nose with hers, his body leaned back into the seat as a tingling sensation took over his body. He had an erection again. Michaela, quickly realizing, unlatched the carseat and plopped him down outside of the car. Luckily for Chris, with all the other events going on, it was easy for his pants to calm down.

“I don’t care what you have to say about it, I had such a hard time not staring at you in the rear view mirror, Chris. You are too adorable for your good!” She said as she locked the car and headed toward the mall.

They enter the mall quickly realizing what a grave mistake they had just made, there was a swarm of people buzzing throughout every store. Adults, teens, and children alike traveling from shop to shop with plenty of conversations and voices bouncing throughout the mall.

“Hmm, it might have been a bad decision to go to the mall on a Saturday during the summer. It’s gonna take us forever to buy anything, but hey we’re already here we might as well make the most of it.” Michaela said, shrugging it off. It was something she was used to, being an avid shopper. She knew her way around a mall, of all places.

Chris on the other hand, wasn’t feeling so nonchalant about the situation; this had probably been the largest crowd he had been in the last few years. He would always hate going shopping with his parents, they would always be arguing or bickering. So they usually would shop on their own time while Chris stayed home. He stood close to Michaela as they started walking through the mall.

Michaela hadn’t even noticed Chris’ wariness of the situation, and just a few seconds in she had already begun to lose him. She looked back to see him trailing behind her, realizing that her steps were larger and faster than his.

“Correction, this might take a LOT longer than expected, but that’s fine.” She said as she slowed down her pace.

Chris just let Michaela take charge in her natural habitat, following her around from store to store as he just went into autopilot. He didn’t pay any attention to the stores they were going to or what she was buying because he honestly wasn’t all that interested. For him, this trip was more about the journey than the destination, and since the car ride was done and over with for now there wasn’t much holding his interest.

“Oh yeah! Before I forget…” Michaela stopped and turned towards Chris, getting on one knee. She quickly spun him around to check the tag for his shirt and pants, making him jump.

“Woah! Watch the merchandise. What are you doing?” Chris said, a little startled she was fiddling with his pants in public.

“Oh calm down,” she gestured with her hands by putting them flat out in front of him “I was just checking your clothes size real quick. Nothing creepy.” She said, chuckling at the over-dramatic situation.

Chris was just about to start interrogating her a bit more. Was she buying him clothes? She didn’t have to do that for him, and he didn’t know if he wanted her to. Chris turned to her to ask more questions, but was met with a horrifying sight when he turned around. Just a few feet away were a group of kids from his school. How embarrassing would it be if they saw him walking around with his babysitter? Would they come up to him? Would Michaela humiliate him in front of his peers? Chris’ stomach started to flop, he didn’t want to think about the possibilities of what could go wrong here.

“You coming or what?” Michaela said, looking back at him. She had already started walking ahead. Chris nodded and caught up with her. As they drew closer to the group of kids his stomach got worse, sweat started to build, his knees became weak. The expectation of one of them seeing him and yelling “Oh look! There’s Chris, that small loser with a babysitter!” got higher and higher. As they passed the group he closed his eyes and hoped they wouldn’t see him, or something, anything at this point.

Just like that, they had passed the group like nothing was ever going to happen. Chris was relieved, but somehow more upset. Did they not remember him? It wasn’t until he relaxed and took in his surroundings that he gathered why. All over the mall where children walking with their parents, holding their hands, and being dragged along from one clothing store to the next. He looked up at Michaela, still unaware of anything he’s been going through, and back at himself. Did he just appear as another kid with his mommy? Probably not, Michaela had such a young essence to her, definitely not at that ‘I’m a mom’ stage in her appearance.

Michaela was wearing some brown ankle-high boots, red high-waist jeans that flowed with her figure well, and a white crop top shirt with palm trees on it. Added on was her black purse and her splash of make-up, just a light amount of eye-liner and some peach colored lip stick that flowed with her skin tone well, she looked exactly what you expect out of a 16 year old suburban American.

Chris always looked like his mother had dressed him for a nice dinner, just because of the fact that there wasn’t a huge selection of clothes available for his size that wasn’t blatantly for a kindergarten aged child. He had gotten used to it at this point. It was with this observation that Chris really did feel like there was no way his former classmates would recognize him. He looks like another kid with an older sibling or babysitter, which there were many of.

An hour had passed.  Michaela’s hands were already mostly full with bags packed with an assortment of clothing and make up.

“So how much longer do you think we’ll be?” Chris asked, getting a bit tired from all the walking.

“Probably about half way done, I wanted to check out a few more places.” Michaela responded, leaving Chris to exhaustedly sigh.

“I’m surprised your wallet isn’t the thing weighing you down at this point. How can you afford all of this?” Chris asked, looking at her assortment of bags with name brand store logos on each one.

“I told you before, my Dad is pretty generous and well off. He gives me an allowance every school year I get good grades, and I’ve just been saving it up for the last few semesters. So I have a lot of comfortability to spend how I’d like.” Michaela said as she pin pointed another store she’d like to explore.

As the conversation continued, Chris glanced at a video game store. He’s been wanting that new Gran Turismo game that just released. Fat chance though, he didn’t have much money lying around and not too many ways to earn some.

“Would you like to go in?” asked Michaela, noticing his glancing.

“I guess” Chris shrugged, “Not like I have any money to buy anything.”

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with just browsing. Let’s go!” She said, giving him a playful nudge.

They entered the store, which was oddly barren for the time of day. Most kids would wait around looking at games while their parents shopped, but I guess there was an odd exception today. Chris looked around and didn’t take too long to find the game he was thinking of. The price was lower than normal, so hopefully he could find a way to get it by the end of the summer.

“Oooh, I heard that’s a good one.” Michaela said, looking over his shoulder. Chris put the game back on the shelf, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“Eh, yea it looks cool. Anyways, we should get back to your shopping before it gets too late.” He said, looking up at her.

“We’ll leave in a second, I just want to buy this for you really quick.” She said, grabbing the game.

Chris was stunned; no one really does those kinds of things for him. His parents are always giving him the “Be happy for what you have because it could be worse” lecture to the point that he just isn’t used to receiving gifts outside of holidays.

“You don’t have to do that! I wouldn’t have any way to return the favor.” Chris really didn’t like the feeling of owing someone, especially monetarily.

“Oh don’t have such a stick up your butt!” Michaela said as she headed for the counter. “If you want to make it up to me, how about this… You can try on some of the clothes I bought you earlier and let me know how they fit.” She said as she shook the bag to indicate which one had clothes in it.

“She bought me clothes?” Chris thought to himself. Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t been paying attention to what stores they were in since he saw his classmates. He was too busy hoping he wouldn’t spot or run into any more familiar faces. They definitely didn’t stop at any clothes stores he was used to going to. No matter, new clothes couldn’t hurt. Michaela certainly had better tastes than his parents, so he was interested in what her more fashion savvy choices would look like on him.

“Sure, that doesn’t sound so bad.” Chris said, still reluctant. “Are you sure you want to waste all this dough on me? There are much more important things I’m sure.”

“You kidding? I’ve been having a lot of fun hanging out with you these past few weeks, it’s no biggie getting you something nice.” Her smile faded into a more apologetic expression, “Besides, I do sort of feel bad for the whole car seat thing. No matter how adorable you are, I was doing it for your safety and not to humiliate or trick you. So I hope this makes up for it.”

Chris, not wanting to be reminded of what was waiting for him on the car ride home, accepted the token of gratitude and moved on with the shopping day. A few stores and another 45 minutes later, they were almost done with their shopping trip. Their last stop was yet another clothing store on the other side of the concession area. It was absolutely packed with people grabbing a bite to eat.

“Oh boy, that’s a lot of hungry shoppers.” Michaela said, transferring all of her shopping bags to one arm as she stretched out the other towards Chris. “Grab my hand. I don’t want to lose you in this crowd.”

Chris glared at the hand, “Do you really think I’m going to lose you? Who else is wearing red jeans and is carrying more than her weight in shopping bags?”

“I’m not afraid of you losing me, I’m afraid of losing you. Do you know how many kids get lost in crowds like this and even abducted because of it every year? It’s my duty as a babysitter to take care of you and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” Michaela said, reaching down for his hand.

Michaela grabbed his hand quicker than he could react, and they were off into the crowd. What looked like yet another adult holding the hand of a child to everyone else was a situation leaving Chris screaming inside. He felt like such a helpless kid, again! Especially since this is something he knew he could handle. It’s just a crowd of people for god’s sake.

Despite being annoyed by the hand holding and babying, Chris couldn’t help but notice how nice Michaela’s hand was. She held him with a firm enough grip to hold on, but not enough to hurt his hand. She was naturally careful and gentle, and her skin was so soft to boot. He found himself getting distracted by her and how she moved with each pace, even when trying to walk unnaturally slow for the sake of Chris, she still appeared elegant. His pants tightened, luckily while in motion it wasn’t noticeable if you weren’t looking for it.

“Why does this keep happening to me?” He thought. He had never run into many issues controlling urges and feelings, but as soon as Michaela came around that fact changed. “Do I like her? I mean, I haven’t given it much thought. She’s really cool, that’s for sure, but she is also my babysitter which isn’t very fun. I don’t think it’d be a very good position for me to have a crush on her.” He continued to think. He looked back on the times he was getting aroused and made a connection. “It seems like every time she treats me like a kid, it triggers something inside of me. I don’t think I like it, but at the same time my body tingles and feels so nice. This is so weird...” He had never found it arousing when anyone else treated him like a child, he would just get mad and retaliate. With Michaela, there was something so convincing. The way she held herself, the way she talked to him, the ways she affect him, it all impacted him in such a bizarre way.

Chris blinked hard. How long was he zoning out for? Were they at the store yet?

He looked around to see he was still a few paces from the store, but Michaela was nowhere to be seen. He must have let go of her hand when he zoned out.

“Um, Michaela?” He said quietly, not knowing how close she may be.

He looked around while staying put, darting his eyes in every direction without her popping up. He wanted to walk into the store and see if she made her way in already, but his vision was starting to get blocked by a pair of legs, and then another pair, and another. Soon enough he was back in the crowd of people, in every direction there were strangers getting from one place to another. He spent so much time spinning around looking for Michaela, he had lost his place and didn’t know left from right anymore.

“Mi- Michaela!?” he yelled, a bit louder. Still, no sign of her anywhere. He was so confused about why this was such an issue for him. He had been in large crowds before with no problem, but now he felt small. Smaller than what he normally feels. With people zooming by from all directions just barely nudging him, all he could think of was Michaela’s words. Every time she had alluded to him being little or small was bouncing through his head, it was making him so upset which just added to the fear. He put his hands on his face and started to sob. “I don’t know what to do” he said to himself.

At that moment he felt a strong force yank him back into motion. “Woah!” Chis yelled as he was jerked to walking as fast he could. Someone had grabbed his hand! He used the forearm of his free hand to clear the tears. After the water from his eyes cleared, he felt relief when it was Michaela he saw holding his hand once more.

“I’m so sorry I lost you. Could you...  maybe slow down a little!” he said, pausing at times where he had to prevent himself from tripping. Michaela said nothing, they went right past the store and headed for the exit. “Hey, what about that one store you wanted to see? Michaela?” Chris begged for her response, but she remained silent.

They quickly reached the parking lot and went right for the car. Man, she knew how to walk fast when she wanted to. Chris was practically running to keep up, he couldn’t even think about how silly this must look from an outside perspective. Michaela unlocked the door and plopped Chris into the car seat in record time, which Chris was too scared to interject about. After buckling him in, she slammed the door and put the bags in the trunk.

The ride home was eerily silent, killing Chris with suspense. He’s been in trouble for silly things plenty of times before, but it ALWAYS ended up with him getting an earful. His Dad would just get mad and spout off profanities, his Mom would give him a sob story about how good of a boy he could be if he behaved more, and teachers loved to lecture. This was new. Michaela said nothing the entire ride, the hum of the car filled the air, which is probably the only time Chris didn’t prefer that. Any kind of apology or excuse didn’t seem to budge Michaela. Was she really that mad? Chris didn’t leave her side on purpose, and he hoped that she knew that. He felt helpless in the car seat with his feet dangling; he was still feeling traumatized from the whole situation at the mall and could probably return to crying any moment now.

They pulled into the drive way, ending the world’s longest 10 minute drive home. Michaela put her purse and shopping bags on the counter while Chris just stood there unsure what to make of anything. His eyes were still moist and puffy from the water works earlier.

“Go to your room. Just go and think about what just happened. No video games, no TV, no computer. Just thinking.” She said with a blank emotionless expression. Chris raised his eyebrows. “Did my babysitter, a girl who was both younger and bigger than him, just punish me into a time out?” he thought to himself. He didn’t know whether to feel upset or cheated.

Michaela gave him angry look. You know the one, the classic ‘I’m not going to tell you twice’. Without a second to spare he turned and switfly walked to his room.

Chris sat on the edge of his bed for what felt like hours, and didn’t dare to pull up his computer to check the time. It couldn’t have been too late, because the sun was still setting. The more he thought, the more he felt bad about the situation. Michaela had explained her worries to him before entering the crowd, and those fears almost became a reality for her. It wasn’t on purpose, but he certainly felt responsible for what had happened. Not to mention he was still put back by the fact he got so scared and felt so small in that crowd, why is he starting to lose confidence being on his own? He isn’t allowed to venture off by himself very often, but when he does he would run into very few issues.

All of this thinking and pondering was quickly impeded as Michaela creaked opened the door. She walked in and sat next to him at the edge of the bed. Her weight, being much more than his, pressed down on the bed making his body slowly start sliding toward hers. This made her giggle a little bit, finally breaking her silence and austere attitude.

“Okay look, Christopher you’re a really cool guy. Do you you know that?” she said, looking at him now. “I haven’t seen many people with a disability like yours, but I’ve seen even less with as much passion and determination to not be doubted or treated like someone lesser. I respect that, and I see you as my own role model in some ways.” She said, as she looked away to pause.

Chris didn’t know what to say, this really meant a lot to him especially coming from Michaela.

“But… that’s also exactly the attitude that I’m worried will get you hurt.” She said, putting her arm behind him. “The way you handled things today shows me you still do have that disability. You are vulnerable because of your size, and because of that there are times you do in fact need to be treated like a child. I feel like my choices to hold your hand and to put you in a car seat have been validated.”

Chris could feel that even Michaela didn’t like having to say that. Either it be because she knew it would make him upset, or because she was starting to believe in him in ways that he let her down.

Chris mustered up enough courage to speak up, which was hard for him to do with such an emotionally intense scene. “Y-you know it was an accident, right? I got distracted and the next thing I knew you were gone. I wasn’t trying to prove a point or anything like that.” He said as he twiddled his feet, which were just an inch or so off the ground on this small bed.  “I just want to be respected like an adult, because I am one.”

Michaela took a big breath. She then grabbed Chris by the side facing away from her and slid him much closer. He was now leaning against her torso and under her arm. It was such a quick movement, but it all registered so quickly. Her body heat was intoxicating, along with her scent. He couldn’t scoot back if he wanted to wit her arm now wrapping around him. Lucky for him he wasn’t really planning on it.

“Chris, you’re not going to like what I have to say, but it has to be said… Hey, are you listening?” Michaela said as she nudged him with her arm. Chris was put into a trance; her body vibrating against him when she talked felt so soothing. They say you can hear the ocean if you put your ear to a conch shell, well he could feel the universe when your ear was against her. He shook himself out of it as quickly as he could, “Um, yes. Just not expecting to, uh, sit so close to you.” Chris stammered.

“Chris! Don’t distract me with your cuteness. I’m trying to be serious!” Michaela said a little loudly to startle him back to reality. “You won’t like what I have to say, but it’s still true. You want to be treated like an adult? You aren’t an adult. ” Michaela was right, Chris really didn’t like what she had to say. He leaned as far back as her arm would let him to look up at her face. “Do you need me to get my birth certificate? I’m 19 years old you should know this.” Chris said as an angry heat built up in his throat.

“See, this is exactly what I’m trying to say. You don’t understand what it means to be an adult. If I told someone to close their eyes an imagine someone who couldn’t get anything for themselves, needed help for almost everything, but fought anyone who tried to help them, people would think of a child. If I asked those same people to close their eyes an imagine someone who has a job, pays their bills, fed themselves, and could live on their own, they would think of an adult. Then add the fact that you still make poor decisions like a child would, you get emotional like a child would.” Michaela explained in detail, and paused to give Chris a bit of a squeeze as he was getting very obviously upset.

“Buddy, you don’t just get a ‘Congratulations, you’re an adult!’ card when you turn 18. You have to be mature and act like one too. I’m not trying to say you’re a little kid, a child, or a baby, I’m just saying you aren’t an adult. Will that change? That’s up to you. I keep giving you opportunities to act like the adult you could be, and you deny them. Then, and only then, is when I treat you like a child.”

The pajama situation immediately came to Chris’ mind. If he was an adult he would be taking care of his room and not leave such messes. He didn’t want to believe everything Michaela just said, but he couldn’t find any flaws in her logic. An adult would accept the fact that there are times he needs to be handled a certain way due to his disability, and him fighting the people who love him is just simply childish.

“…You’re right. I’m so sorry for acting like such a baby. I don’t want to be a bother like that. I want to be able to be your equal, and everyone else’s equal, so I’ll do my best to keep more of an open mind.” Chris said, with feelings of shame still lingering from the long day.

Michaela grabs Chris and gives him a giant hug, easily the biggest hug he has ever gotten. He dared not to look down at how far he was from the ground, as he was being held and squeezed at face level to Michaela.

“Congratulations Chris! You just took your first step to adult hood!” she said with delight holding Chris out in front of her.

“A-awesome! What did I do?” he asked, still scared out of his mind from being held up so high. She didn’t show any sign of strain at all, either.

“You had a mature response, admitted fault, and were able to move on.” She said smiling at him. “I’m proud of you!” They awkwardly looked at eachother as Chris dangled from the ground. “Oh, I guess I’ll put you down now.”

Chris was returned safely to the floor, to his relief.

“Now, I need to be clear about one more thing. You letting go of my hand in that crowd was a sign of carelessness, which isn’t a mature trait. It could have ended up with you getting lost, or even worse, taken away from me. I NEED you to know that isn’t okay, so you will have one small punishment to last you.” She put her hands on her knees so that her face could be close to the level of Chris’. “That game I bought you will be mine for the rest of the weekend, and no other video games for that matter too! I think that’s fair enough of a consequence.”

Chris nodded and didn’t dare complain, not out of fear but more out of determination to make sure he didn’t upset her in any other way today. He wanted to prove to her, and to himself, that he could be an adult. Besides, what are a few days without video games?

“It’s starting to get late, we should be getting ready for bed soon.” Michaela said, looking at her phone. “Buuuut~, you DO owe me something. Now don’t you?”

Chris gave her a perplexed and nervous look. What could that mean?

“You don’t remember, do you? You’re so silly sometimes.”  She had an Increasing perk in her voice. “Wait here.” She said putting her finger out as she left the room.

Michaela returned with one of the shopping bags from the mall, and it all came coming back to Chris.

“You said you would try some of these on if I bought you your game. So I figured now would be as good a time as ever!” she said as she started unpacking the folded clothes onto his bed. Chris was surprised to see what looked like smaller versions of clothes someone his age would buy.

“Woah, where did you find this stuff? My clothes look like old handmedowns compared to this!” he exclaimed.

“You were there with me when I bought them. You really weren’t paying attention? The trick is, going to the more expensive stores that sell clothing for things such as weddings, fancy parties, bar mitzvahs, you get the idea. There were plenty of options for you, so I grabbed what I think would suit you. Nothing too fancy, but just enough to look more like the mature person you aspire to be.” She said, looking proud of herself.

“Well you hit the nail on the head. I like it!” he said observing each outfit.

A short pause came over both of them. “So, how about you try them on?” Michaela asked, still excited to see him in them.

“Oh, yea sure! …can I... have some privacy and I’ll let you know when I’m dressed and ready.” Chris asked, slightly nervous.

Michaela rolled her eyes, “Don’t make this a bigger deal than what it is. We all have the same thing under those clothes,” she says as she pokes Chris on the shoulder “Skin, bones, and organs!” She giggled, obviously teasing his insecurities a bit. “I’m not asking you to get naked, you can keep your underwear on, just change clothes into these new ones.” She said, grabbing a set of folded clothes and got on her knees.

Chris begrudgingly took off his shirt, trying his best not to start an argument. Then came off his shoes, then his socks. All was left was his pair of jeans, he grabbed the waist of his pants, but felt nervous and reluctant. He looked back up at Michaela, who was clearly starting to get a bit impatient.

“If it would make you more comfortable, I’ll strip down to my underwear too.” She said with a devious smile.

"No! That wouldn't help me feel any more comfortable right now, I promise." Chris said, starting to lose his cool.

Michaela wasn't appreciating this. "C'mon, it's getting late and I'm already very tired. It would make happy if I could see you with these new clothes on without having to go in and out of the room several times. Please?”

"Okay... but PLEASE don't laugh." Chris begged, crossing his knees slightly in anticipation of mortification.

"Ugh, I don't have all night. If you aren't going to hurry it up, I will!" she said as she grabbed Chris by the pants and pulled them down to reveal Chris' underwear. He was wearing red spiderman undies, to his own distaste. It wasn't easy finding underwear this size that didn't have child-like colors and prints on them.

Michaela practically fell to the floor giggling and laughing. "Those aren't even tighty whities, they're tighty SPIDIES!" she said between the gasps of her hysterical laughter, making her laugh even harder.

Chris covered his face, he was getting so hot and red from the anger building up inside of him. How could she just go ahead and do that?

Michaela, noticing his distraught poster, tried to calm down. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry, but I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing with you!" She said, still trying to hold back her giggles. "You are so cute in those, they're a good fit."

Chris was boiling inside, he had enough of today. The last thing he wanted right now was to be further humiliated and laughed at. The thoughts of everything unpleasant that had happened to him throughout the day flooded his brain until he was ready to burst.

"PISS OFF Michaela!" he yelled, his explosion of anger surprising both Michaela and himself. "I'm not supposed to be treated this way! It isn't fair!" he howled, stomping his foot on the ground.

Tears started flowing yet again, and he just couldn't stop them. Chris was a mess at this point, crying over himself in nothing but his Spiderman underwear. Michaela grabbed his arms, her smile starts returning as she looked at his soggy face. "Even when you're having a fit you're one cute munchkin, I hope you know.” She said with a soft tone that could calm the foul emotions of any situation.

Chris tried to pull his arms away, but it was just not happening. She pulled him in a little closer to her face. He could see all of her overwhelming details just like when in the car seat. It was enough to completely grasp his mind of anything that was on it previously, and just leave more mental space to stare at and admire her.

"If you don't learn how to drop your insecurities, they will consume you. They will become you, and your life will become everything you fear. Just like when it comes to being an adult, you have a choice here. Please, pick the smart one."

Michaela rubbed away his tears with just one swipe of her thumb.

“I’m sorry for laughing at you. It was rude of me and I shouldn’t have pushed that far, but you can’t deny that you are one delightful little bug in those undies.”

Chris seemed to have got what she meant, or at the least was so exhausted he hadn't the energy to fight it anymore.

"Let's check out these clothes, shall we?" She said as she unfolded the shirt on the top of one of the piles. Chris was a standing ragdoll at this point, too emotionally and physically drained to help or hinder. He allowed Michaela to put the clothes on him. Pulling him over to put the shirt on, she got to observe him more than she could before with his old clothes.

“He has such a girly body type…” she thought to herself as she looked at his waist. “So petite and dainty, like a little Bambi. He walks like he could be blown over at any second.” She grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around, continuing to observe his almost naked body. She ran her hand down his back, which smoothly transitioned into his hips. “He’s even got a nice little tushy down here too!” She thought.

The whole time she was examining him, that warmth inside of her grew again. It was the same feeling that she had when tickling him last week, but significantly stronger. It got more powerful and enjoyable the more she touched Chris. It was still such a new feeling for her, and she was interested to find out more.

She couldn’t resist but to grab a quick squeeze of one of his butt cheeks, which made Chris jump out of his emotionally-drained-zombie state.

“Argh! I thought you were dressing me not groping me!” He yelped.

“Then maybe you should stop having such a nice little booty, then!” She said, jokingly. “Sorry, I just got distracted.”

 She slid a plain black t-shirt over his head, a slim cut one that outlined his torso more than any of his shirts did, which were mostly loose and slightly baggy.

"This is already a huge improvement." Michaela said, with her hand on her chin. "Let's get those pants on you too!" On came the pants that were basically the equivalent of skinny jeans. Not tight to the point that his legs couldn't breathe, but yet again tight enough that it shows more features that were usually hidden by an excess of cloth and fabric.

"Can I see now?" sniffled Chris, his nose was still a little stuffy.

"Not just yet, got one more thing to top this outfit off." She said, grabbing a jacket from the assorted pile. It was a black and white varsity high school style jacket, but with a bit of a modern twist. It had gray sleeves and hood, definitely a good choice for a rainy day.

Michaela adjusted the clothes so that everything was on correctly. She smiled at her handy work of putting together a good outfit. She had never dressed a boy before. "Alright, now we're good. You can check it out."

Chris briskly walked to the bathroom to check out his new look. His face lit up, he had never liked looking at himself in the mirror. This was a first! "Wow Michaela, I don't know what to say... I really like it." he said as she walked in behind him.

"Well, that's all you have to say really." Michaela said as she inspected him more. "I'm glad you like it! There's more where that came from, too. It's my treat. As I see it, if you act like an adult, you get to dress like one!" She paused, and put her hand on his shoulder. "With that being said, mind your outburst you had a moment ago. Telling me to 'piss off' isn't very mature. I'm never trying to be a jerk to you and if you just talk to me about it I'll work it out with you, but yelling won’t get you what you want."

Chris swallowed, and nodded. He returned to admiring himself in the mirror, he looked like a small adult for once instead of a kid trying to dress too seriously for their age. "How could you accomplish in one day what my parents couldn't in 19 years of shopping?" he questioned.

"Well, you just gotta know where to look, really. Having good taste in fashion can help out too!" She smiled, once again becoming proud of herself. “For example, I got these pants were from the ‘youth girl’s’ section of Old Navy.”

She hadn’t even finished her sentence before she could hear Chris unzipping them. “Oh come on there, little dude…” she said pulling them back up and giving him a bit of a wedgie. “Are you really that insecure that a moment ago you loved those jeans, and then now that you know they are for girls you don’t like them? I gotta say, that’s pretty shallow.” She expressed as she rested her palm atop the sink area.

Chris readjusted the pants to relieve him of the wedgie. “I guess if you put it that way, I am being a little silly. It just gave me this weird feeling inside when you said they were girl’s jeans. I just can’t explain it.”

“I can. It’s called fear. You are afraid that people will look down on you more than they already do, but here is my number #1 fashion tip: The clothes don’t wear you, you wear the clothes. No one is going to look at you and say ‘Look at that dude in girl’s jeans!’, they’re only going to see how good you look in them.” She said, standing back up to full height.

“You know, you’re right!” Chris said, feeling better. Michaela really did have a voice of reason. She wasn’t just confident, she was infectiously confident. Yet another reason why Chris envies her has been added to the list.

Michaela yawns, stretching her arms out wide. “Alright then, I’m glad I could change your mind. You should slip in the shower. You probably stink after today’s adventure. Bed time is at 9 P.M.!”

Chris, slightly miffed at there actually being a bad time, hopped off the step stool to head into the shower to finish up the night.

It had been yet another week. June came to a close, and July rolled in with a blaze of heat along with it. Chris and Michaela had been working well together. Not much was happening beyond avoidance of the blistering temperature. Chris had been staying on top of chores and kept an open mind towards his behavior and his overall maturity. Michaela noticed and respected this and let him continue using his new clothes, and even had plans of more shopping sometime during the month.

It was about 9:00 A.M., Chris slumped out of bed already sweating. “Ugh, I hate the summer.” He muttered to himself. It was always easy to pack more clothes on in the winter, but there were only so many clothes you could take off in the summer. At least, that was his reasoning for despising the heat.

Chris went to the bathroom to clean himself of his perspiration. He closed his eyes and started washing his face off. In the distance, he could hear Michaela… saying something? Was she counting?

He paused for a second to listen.

“15… 16… 17… 18…”

Yup, that was definitely counting. Perplexed, he walked out into the living room to check out what was going on.

Chris was stunned at what he was spectating. Michaela was in nothing but a gray sports bra and some black skin-tight workout shorts. This had been the most exposed he had seen her. She was currently doing push-ups, and not girly ones. She was doing proper push-ups, and she kept going and going. “25… 26… 27… 28…” Chris almost felt emasculated simply watching; he could barely do a handful without needing a break. Growing as little as he did, his muscles weren’t incredibly developed.

Michaela finally stopped at a total of 35 push-ups and moved straight into squats. Her legs were always impressive, so Chris suspected she could on for a while like this. It was almost hypnotizing to watch, as he hid behind the corner slightly. He could swear that her butt got a bit more round with each ascend. Up and down, up and down, his eyes followed with every movement. He was completely absorbed with her. *SMACK* Chris jumped almost higher than he is tall. Michaela had smacked her rear end, and was now looking straight at him.

“You know, you aren’t as quiet and sneaky as you think.” She said with her arms now crossed.

“Oh… uh… I… ah…” Chris couldn’t really say anything that could justify his peaking, and words got exceptionally harder to squeak out of his lungs as she started stepping closer. He was still against the wall of the hall way, so she simply walked up and put her hands on his shoulders. 

Michaela squatted down so that her face was just above his, a thin sheet of sweat glistening from her entire body. He could feel her body heat, which was incredible seeing how hot the weather was already.

“You know… This is the third time I’ve caught you staring at my butt. You better be happy that this isn’t a baseball game, because that would have been your final strike.” Her voice consumed his psyche. At this distance, even her inside voice was loud enough to completely smother his ears. “Maybe soon enough I’ll get you a little more acquainted with my rear end if you keep this habit going.” She said slowly and clearly.

Chris’ heart skipped a beat. What made it so scary was her intimidatingly serious attitude; she said it like she meant it. It wasn’t a joke, it wasn’t a threat, it was a fact. He felt like he couldn’t move, he was paralyzed of fear.

“Ah, I’m just kidding.” She said with a smile, roughing up his hair. “I really got you there though! You should have seen the look on your face.” she laughed.

Chris looked away, trying to hide his red face. “W-why are you exercising anyways? Is this something you do every morning?”

Michaela returned to her full height, “Starting today, yes! Remember I told you about my dancing lessons? Well, they’re pretty physically demanding. I have a little more than a month to get in the best shape that I can.” She said as she began to do some post workout stretches.

Chris rolled his eyes as he remembered the fact that he had to attend those said lessons. “Well, good luck… I guess.” He still was having a hard time forming words after her little intimidation joke a moment ago.

Michaela finished up her stretching routine. “Man, its hot!” she said as she exhaled. “I’m going to have a nice cool shower. Hollar if you need anything!”

“Mmhmm” Chris nodded while sneaking yet another peak at her butt as she was walking away. He just couldn’t help himself, with each step it swayed so majestically.

Right as her shower started, the phone rang. Chris checked the caller ID to see it was his Dad’s cellphone number, and quickly picked up the phone.

“Hey dad.” Chris said, this had been the first time he’s heard from either of his parents in a few weeks.

“Hi Christopher, how is everything going?”

“Pretty good I guess. Hot as hell though…”

“You don’t know the half of it, son. It feels like we are practically on the sun down here.” His parents were traveling a few states south. He didn’t want to begin thinking about how hot it must be there.

“How have things been with Michaela?” His father inquired.

“Good! She’s really cool… when she wants to be.” Chris said, recollecting on the summer so far.

“I’m glad to hear, but remember that she is babysitter, not your friend. If she tells you to do something, you better listen. I don’t want to hear anything about you being a hassle for her. She’s doing god’s work. If you’re not going to college and you’re fighting with your babysitter, then I really have no idea what we’re going to do about you.”

“Ouch, dad! We’ve been getting along fine.” Chris said feeling a little hurt by his presumptions. Even though they were sometimes correct, he wasn’t always behaving well or completely getting along with Michaela.

“Good. Keep it that way. Call me if you need anything.” Chris father quickly wrapped up the phone call. If there was one thing his father and him had in common, it was that they both hated long talks over the phone.

Chris headed back to his room, which he was keeping nice and clean at this point. This would have been his opportunity to tidy up, but most things were in order so he had some free time. He grabbed a controller and booted up the new game Michaela got him. His ‘punishment’ was well over so he had free reign to play it when he had time to. He was always pretty decent at racing games, and this one was no exception. Most of the difficulties weren’t an issue for him.

Michaela had finished up her shower and decided to check on Chris. She leaned against the doorway with her hair held up by a towel. She already had gotten dressed, looking prepared for the hot day. She was wearing a light spaghetti strap shirt that said “If I were a zombie, I’d bite you the most” on top of a heart with a bite taken out of it. Along with the jean shorts making a triumphant return. Even on a hot and sticky day, she managed to look good AND dress comfortably. She really was some type of wizard.

“Hey, I moved some stuff around in the shower. I hope you don’t mind.” She said as she adjusted the towel on her head.

“Sure, whatever works for you.” Chris was too busy playing the game to really care that much.

“How’s the game?”

 “I love it so far! Thanks again for getting it for me.” He said as Michaela walked further into the room.

“Does it have multiplayer? It’d be fun to do something while I’m waiting for my hair to dry.” She said as she sat down next to him on the bed.

Chris raised his eyebrows in surprise. Not often does someone want to play a game with him, and even less would it be a girl as cool as Michaela.

“Sure,” Chris smirked, “But I’m pretty good at this one. Prepare to eat some dust…”

“Oooh, so it’s like that now is it? Well then consider it a competition!” she said as she grabbed a second controller. “How about we up the ante then, Mr. Confident.”

“What do you mean by that?” Chris said, looking up at her. It was cool seeing her hold a controller, and so naturally too. You could tell she has played as many games as any guy has.

“Hmmmm…” Michaela said, scrunching her lips to the side as she thought. “How about this. I’ll do your chores along with my own for a solid week if you can beat me.”

“That would be nice... but what happens if I lose?”

“Didn’t even think you’d consider that possible with how self-assured you were a moment ago, but I’ll think of something.” She returned to thinking. Her face lit up, followed by a duplicitous grin. “Well~, since you love it so much. If you lose, you have to kiss my butt!” She said in a joking tone.

Chris felt a nervous shiver come over him. There’s no way he could lose, and having a chore free week sounded like just a hop and a skip away, but a doubt started forming in the back of his head. Could he do this? What happened if he lost? Would she really make him kiss her butt? His stomach got a little queasy.

“What happened to little Mr. Confident? Has he left the building?” She said, putting her hand above her eyes as if she was looking for him.

While Chris was indeed no longer confident, that comment really got under his skin. “Fine, you’re on! LITTLE Mr. Confident is going to have a BIG lead ahead of you.” He said, not entirely sure what he had just gotten himself into.

They started selecting their car of choice and picked a fair track. Of course, no computer players allowed. Just him and her head to head to see who truly is the best.

The cars line up in front of the starting line and lights pop up in the middle of the screen.

Ready…. Set… GO!

The race had begun. Chris did everything he could to ensure he was on his A-Game, and did not dare to look at her side of the screen. With 100% focus on his car, he cuts every corner as tight as possible and built up a lot of speed in the straightaways. He knew he had the advantage, his car was statistically better. A perk he had for knowing a lot about the game. Lap 1 finished quickly, there was still two more to go.

“Alright, I just gotta rinse and repeat and this win is mine.” He thought to himself. It was difficult for him to even breathe; his body was so tense and focused. Somehow he was getting an even better time in lap two. He came around the last turn and went straight for the finish line to complete the second lap.

Only one more lap to go. “I can do this! I can show her not to bet against m-“

“I win~!” Michaela cheers.

Chris is couldn’t believe it as the “Player 2 Wins” text pops up on the screen. He didn’t even see her pass him. Was she in the lead that ENTIRE time!? He might have been able to understand if it was a close race, but she won by a whole lap!

Michaela, still celebrating her victory, was doing a little dance not taking the situation too seriously. Chris was exploding inside, and it just kept building and building. He was so sure of himself, and there she goes again being so much better than him.

*CRACK!*

He threw the controller to the floor. His throw was weak enough that it didn’t break or even bounce at all, which frustrated him even more. “God! I suck at everything!” he said, with tears building up. His crying was something that was happening all too often for him to be happy with. It was just so frustrating to him, why couldn’t he beat her at this one thing. She was leagues above him in every way imaginable; it made him feel so inadequate.

“Woah, woah. Calm it down there buckaroo, it’s just a game. Not the end of the world.” She said trying to settle him down. Michaela was rather surprised at this outburst, not realizing how seriously he was taking the whole thing.

“Easy for you to say, you are really good at so many things. I thought I was at least decent at this, but I guess I was wrong about that too.” Chris said, putting his feet up on the bed getting into a fetal position.

Michaela couldn’t help but smile a little bit. She found this whole situation rather silly, and seeing him in a little ball was just topping him off as the cutest thing she had seen all day. She scooped up Chris and placed him on her lap, leaning him against her stomach and breasts.

“Shhhhh….” She whispered, as she bent down next to his ear. “I got you, don’t worry.”

Chris was already starting to calm down. The combination of her soothing tactics along with the surprise of being in her lap was enough to shake him out of his rage. He felt entirely surrounded by her warmth. Not the gross and sticky heat, but the kind of pleasant sensation that makes you want to cuddle up and take a nap.

Michaela giggled at how quickly she could get him to calm down. He didn’t even take up the entirety of her lap, so she had plenty of room to give him a good squeeze.

“Wanna know something you do better than anyone else?” Michaela said, rubbing her palm up and down his back.

“…What?” Chris said between his sniffles.

“You make me smile. No matter if you’re happy, sad, mad, or glad. You are such a cutie pie, and a fun guy to hang out with. No one has ever made me smile as much as you have this past month.” She really meant that, too. Her feelings for Chris felt stronger every time they had a moment together, whether it was positive or negative.

“Th-thank you!” Chris muttered, hugging Michaela as much as he could. His arms couldn’t even reach farther than the width of her body. It wasn’t much of a hug for her, but she was happy to receive it anyways.

Chris sat in Michaela’s lap and against her chest for a while. He wasn’t going to put a stop to it if she wasn’t, it was way too relaxing. He closed his eyes and started dozing off to slee- *RNNNN*

Michaela’s tummy rumbled, which was very loud next to Chris’ ear.

“See, it’s cute when your tummy does that too!” Chris said, giving her stomach a small poke.

“Ugh, that’s right. Still haven’t eaten anything since my workout. I’m starved!” she said, patting her tummy next to him.

“Now that I think about it… I haven’t had breakfast eith-“ *RNNNN* Chris’ stomach let out a large roar.

They both started laughing hard. “Alright then, let’s go get some food.” Michaela said, returning Chris to the ground.

Michaela cooked up some bacon and eggs for the both of them while Chris patiently waited at the table. She walked over with both plates of food, placing them onto the table. The aroma of the classic breakfast quickly filled the air.

“You know, you’d be a really great waitress.” Chris said as he got his eating utensils ready.

“Aw, thanks! I figured when I got old enough I’d retire from the babysitting business and give being a waitress a shot. I’m sure it’d be fun!”

Chris could only imagine the amount of tips someone like her could get. Not only is she great at presenting herself, she was simply fun to talk to and easily relatable.

“You really are a people person, aren’t you?” Chris asked, taking his first bite. “Basically the opposite of me…”

“Hey, this person is enjoying your company. Isn’t that enough to be a ‘people person’?” She said, trying to make him blush. “I guess I’m good with people, I just think I know how to act and what behavior to have.”

She looked up at Chris, “Speaking of behavior. I really should be upset with you, there’s no reason to get that troubled over something like a video game. You’ve had a good week so far so I’ll let it slide, but just know that isn’t particularly what I’d call an ‘adult’ way of acting.”

“S-sorry.” Chris said, pushing his eggs around with his fork.

“Anyways, tomorrow is the 4th of July. Did you want to go out and see some fireworks? It’s my favorite thing to do during the summer.” She asked, trying to move on to newer subjects.

“I haven’t gone to see fireworks in years. My parents are always a drag with that kind of stuff; they suck the fun out of everything. It’d probably be a different story with you though, so why not?”

Chris started thinking about how potentially romantic it could be. Sitting under the stars out in a field watching the fireworks light up the sky with her seemed like a dream come true.

“So it’s settled! We’ll go watch some fireworks tomorrow. I’m excited!” Michaela said, cheerfully taking another bite out of her meal.

They finished up eating. Michaela got out of her seat to do some stretching. “There’s nothing like a fulfilling meal after a good workout! You should try it sometime.” She said as she touched her toes.

“I think I’ll just keep with the meal part for now.” Chris responded, half joking. He was still thinking about the potential of tomorrow. His imagination went a little wild, thinking up what nice new outfit she’d be wearing for the occasion. She always had something occasoinal to wear, and Chris was beginning to like that about her more and more.

Michaela twisted her torso while keeping her legs in place to stretch her back, and then transitioned into grabbing her foot behind her back to stretch her quads.

“Man my butt aches after all those squa-“ She pauses, and so does Chris.

Did she say “Butt”?

Chris’ chest started to tighten as the memory of their little bet comes rushing in.

“Well, uh, I should probably get to the bathroom” he says nervously as he quickly climbs down from the chair. “Bacon, it goes right through m- AH!” Michaela grabs him by the back of his pants as he tried walking away.

“Don’t you even think about it! I’m not gonna let you weasel out of that one, a bet is a bet.” Michaela said with determination, pulling him closer.

Chris, tried as he might, was pushing himself to the limit to escape from her grasp on his waist. The more he pushed, the harder she pulled, and before he knew it she grabbed him.

She picked him up and put him in the corner of the kitchen while he still desperately tried to find an escape. “A-aw c-come on Mich-chaela. I wasn’t going to ACTUALLY make you do all my chores if I won. Haha! W-we were just joking f-for f-f-fun, right?” He was trembling so much. Was she really doing this right now?

Michaela put her face right up to his, and pushed him farther back into the corner. “Oh, stop being a sissy. You made the bet, we both agreed, and you lost. Remember what I said earlier? I should already be mad at you for your little outburst, but I was so kind enough to let that slide. I’m definitely not giving you two freebies in one day.” She stood back up to full height, pressing against him with her legs slightly to ensure he doesn’t run. He looked up at her face, barely visible over the peak of her breasts. Michaela’s top half was completely dark, silhouetted by the ceiling light. He had never felt so miniscule, the crowd at the mall was nothing compared to this.

She slowly turned around, still trying to ensure he couldn’t leave. “Little guy, what did you get yourself into?” She giggled. Deep down she had to admit she was enjoying this way too much, but how could she not? Michaela started feeling that warm feeling inside of her build up more than ever before; she was getting really excited about this.

Chris was staring directly at her round butt now. It was so menacing at this distance. It consumed his entire range of vision. It was so warm, and she still had the fresh scent from her shower emanating from her body. He could easily put his face and both hands on one cheek and it still would have a lot of realty uncovered. At least she was still wearing her jean shorts, that somehow made it feel less direct.

“Alright, let me get ready for your makeout session.” She said, teasing him. As if she read his mind, she unbuttoned and dropped her shorts. She was now just in her panties, which were blue with polka-dots. Well, sort of polka-dots, more like ovals because of how much the fabric stretched against her round posterior.

“P-please M-m-michaela I don’t know if I can do this.” He begged as he tried to push his way between her legs.

“HEY!” She yelled, pushing him as far back into the corner as possible and putting her legs together. There was really no way out now, but for good measure she grabbed both of his hands on each side. He tugged and tugged but those hands were hers now.

“I already told you, no weaseling out of this one~” She sang. At this point she was just having fun with him. “Oh, and make sure it’s an actual smooch. Not some little peck on the cheeks.”

Chris stared right at her butt cheeks. He couldn’t move his eyes away from them, like a deer in front of head lights. The pressure inside of him kept building and building.

“Get to it, I don’t want to wait much longer, and you’re NOT gonna like it if I have to make you. You have 5 seconds.”

“Five…”

Chris couldn’t. He was shaking and nearly crying about how easily he was put in this situation. Only a few small movements and Chris was nothing more than a plaything for Michaela.

 “Four…”

But then why did he like it? He could already feel his erection as strong as it had ever been. He hates being treated like he is so small, but his body can’t help but go insane when she does.

“Three…”

Does she even like him? She says all these nice things to him, but then will take so much joy in teasing and bossing him around.

“Two…”

“Why me? Why me!?” he screamed in his head. All he wanted right now was to be a normal sized person with normal sized problems.

“One…”

“Wait… has she been counting this whole ti-“ he thought to himself.

“Zero!” Michaela said, yanking his arms forward. His face was smooshed into Michaela’s ass cheek. She couldn’t help herself but to immediately snicker to herself at how easy that was. Chris couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t move either!  His body was still pushed into the corner, his arms were being pulled forward by Michaela, forcing his face against her. His entire face was covered in her soft posterior muscles. It was out of this world how something could feel so pleasant yet so mortifying.

He was quickly running out of air and had no way to get any.

“Mphm mphm mmmm!” He tried to talk, nothing came out except for smothered mumbles.

“What was that? You LOVE smooching my butt? I’m loving it too!” She said. Michaela was being a little devil, and she knew it. How else would Chris learn not to make such foolish promises to his superior?

Michaela was being put in a state of euphoria. With every moment that she forced his little face against her butt, the warmth inside her electrified. Tingling sensations shot up and down her spine, it was just too good. She was starting to piece it together. Michaela liked Chris to begin with, but it was simply intoxicating to dominate him. To nurture him. To treat him as like the small whelp as he was, whether he liked it or not. Chris was hers to do what she wanted with, and it was putting her on cloud 9.

She let go of his hands for just a second so that he could gasp for breath.

“C-can I be done no-“ “Nope!” She cut him off, grabbing the back of his head and ‘gently’ pushing into her booty once more. While it was just a gentle push for her, it was enough to completely suffocate Chris. She could tell that he was scared out of his mind, which she found humorous. There wasn’t any way she was going to hurt him, she was much too careful for that.

“Mmmmphm Mmmmph!” Chris tried and tried to beg for her to stop, but nothing was coming out.

“Huh? What’cha say, butt boy? You think I should treat you like this every time you misbehave? What a splendid idea!” She said as she started to wiggle her butt, forcing his head to move with it.

Michaela released his head once more from her bottom. “Alright Chris, now I want you to do what you said you would do. I shouldn’t have to force you, since you agreed to do this if you lost. So kiss this butt!” she said, giving it an extra wiggle in his face.

He frantically started kissing her butt everywhere he could, anything to please her. He was still horrified about being suffocated again, with tears rolling down his face.

“Okay, okay, that will suffice. You are free to go, my little butt kisser.” She could feel her butt getting wet from all of his kissing and crying.

Chris collapsed to his knees, covering his face. “I promise I’ll never make a bet I don’t wanna keep. I promise!” he squeaked.

“Oh boy, there you go again being cute.” She said as she lowered herself to the ground.

“I went a LITTLE too far, I’ll admit. But it was really obvious you weren’t going to take the first step, so I had to do something.” She caressed his red face, and then picked him up. Carrying him on her hip like a small child, they went into her guest bedroom.

She could feel his erection against her when carrying him around, it was definitely the largest one he had gotten yet.  “Looks like you had more fun than you let on.” She said as she placed him on her bed.

He quickly put his hands over his crotch. “I-I really don’t know why this is happening to me. That was really scary, but it made me feel so excited inside. I p-promise I don’t want anymore!” He said, still bawling a little.

She pulled out the covers and slipped him under. “I know, muffin. We all find something we like that makes us feel good, but may not be entirely sure why.” She explained while tucking him in. Chris was much too exhausted to even question why he was being tucked into her bed opposed to his own, but he wouldn’t deny that it was so much more comfy. Maybe it was because it had her sent all over it, or maybe because it was a mansion compared to his, but it was so cozy.

“I… I just don’t know if I like the fact that I like it.”

“Dude… Don’t overcomplicate it. I don’t know why I liked it either.” She said, trying to relate to him.

Chris got a bit sacred. “Y-you liked it too? P-please not again!” he was getting ready to beg.

“Don’t worry, I’m not here to do force you to do things you don’t deserve. With that being said… If you like it, and I like it… and I feel like you DO deserve it, I will take action in any way I feel is right, you hear me munchkin?”

He frightfully nodded, even though he hated being called munchkin.

“Good. You are just too cute when you’re like this. I keep saying it, but that doesn’t make it any less true!” She said as she leaned in close. “Try to get some rest, okay? Let’s have some fun tomorrow.” She whispered into his ear, and then kissed him on the forehead. It sent waves of tingles up and down Chris’ body several times over. Overwhelmed with good feelings, he almost immediately fell asleep.

“He really can be a little baby.” She thought to herself, watching him drift to sleep. “It’s seriously only like… 3:30 PM.” She giggled and then shut the door behind her as she left.

She spent the rest of the evening doing both her own and Chris’ chores.

Chris’ eyes creaked open as the sunlight emerged through the window. You could tell it was summer by the immediate heat that was brought in by the sun. His eyes opened fully, and his vision slowly unblurred. Right away his sight was stolen by something so attention grabbing the sun couldn’t come close to comparing on its brightest day. It was Michaela, preparing herself in front of the full body mirror.

“Damn.” Is the only word Chris could think of to describe her, if he wasn’t already speechless. Getting arranged for the day, she had an outfit on that would pop out as much as any firework lit that night. Her hair, long and flowing as usual, looked recently combed out with lots of volume. Around her neck was a light but poofy scarf with that classic red handkerchief design. She was wearing a stunning v-neck dress that was white at the top and had a smooth gradient to blue all the way down. The sleeves ended right above her elbows, and the dress itself ended a few inches above her smooth knees. It wasn’t what most would consider a tight dress, but enough so that it complimented her features very well. She was wearing another pair of converse, this time not high-tops and they were blue instead of black. From top to bottom, she fit the occasion perfectly. Red, white, and blue!

Michaela was adjusting her shooting star earrings, when she noticed that Chris was awake.

“Good morning sleepy head!” She said, turning toward Chris.

“Good morning… how long have I been out?” He asked, rubbing his eyes. It felt like he had been asleep for days.

“A good bit past 12 hours.” She said walking closer to the bed.

“Wow. Did you sleep at all?” He didn’t remember her getting into bed with him.

“Yes, right next to you! You are so darn cute when you sleep. You don’t remember? I must have really worn you out yesterday.” She said as she recollected.

“It sure feels like it. Ugh, I don’t even wanna think about it.”  Chris said as he scooched his way to the end of the bed.

“Aw, how can you not think about this butt?” Michaela asked, pointing her bum at his direction.

Chris quivered a little bit out of fear, but did his best to hide it. It wasn’t the only thing he was hiding either. Just thinking about yesterday got his body excited again.

“Well, you do look really great in that dress.”

Michaela’s eyes lit up. “Do I? I hope so, it was a gift from my mother. 4th of July used to be one of her favorite holidays as well.” She returned to checking herself out in the mirror again.

“Oh yea!” Chris said as he climbed off the bed, “Today sounds like it is going to be fun. It’ll be the first day I can go out in public with the new clothes you bought me!”

“Yup! Well, that’s as long as you behave yourself between now and the time we leave.” She said with a bit of sass in her voice.

Chris didn’t even want to imagine doing something that may break any rules today, especially after yesterday’s events. He was going to do everything he could to stay on Michaela’s good side.

An odd buzz sound started omitting from the kitchen repeatedly. “Ooo! That must be my phone.” Michaela said, quickly walking by Chris creating a breeze that blew his hair around slightly. It really was getting too long at this point, reaching down to his jaw line. He had the worst luck, the only body part that grew was the thing he didn’t like having long.

Chris walked into the kitchen to check on Michaela. She was already in her phone call, having a conversation with a mystery person.

“You’ll be there too? When?” she gasped, “That’s great. We’ll make sure to say hi. Text me if anything comes up. C’ya then!” She hung up the phone with a smile on her face.

“So who was that?” Chris asked, arriving in the kitchen.

“My friend Tiffany, she’s going to be at the fireworks show too! She said she would save a spot for our picnick blanket next to hers, since she’ll be there before us.” She pulled her phone back up to check the time. “It’s only about 9 A.M., so we have plenty of time to go out and get some food.”

“Sounds like a plan. Did you want to go shopping by yourself? I don’t want to end up slowing you down.” He said, trying not to look too obvious that he didn’t want to go. He was starting to build up a bit of anxiety about going shopping with Michaela, looking back on the last time they shopped.

“Nope! Of course I don’t. You should know well by now I can’t go anywhere without you, my sidekick.” She said jokingly catching his attempt to ditch the shopping experience. “Anyways, it’ll be an in and out trip I’m sure there isn’t much food we’ll need to hold us over.”

An awkward silence was born as Michaela started looking Chris up and down.

“Hmmm…” Michaela hummed as she continued inspecting Chris, staring at his face and walking closer. This made him a fair bit uncomfortable. Had she remembered something he had forgotten to do? It was odd how fearful he was about missing a chore at this point.

She squatted down, getting closer to a face to face position still not saying a word. Chris started to shiver a little, this felt a bit familiar.

“Are you seriously scared of me right now?” She said while giggling, “Chillax dude, I was just looking at your hair.”

Chris was relieved to hear that, the last thing he wanted was more trouble. “Ah, yea. I was going to ask maybe we could get it cut sooner or later.”

“What? I like it more the longer it has gotten. Sure, you could afford to comb it out more often, but I’d like to see it grow a fair bit more.” She ran a few fingers through his hair slowly, making him smile.

“Well, I guess I could try keeping it longer then. Even though I really don’t think it will look good.”

“Either way,” She went on, still running her fingers through his hair “If it gets long, and you don’t like it, we can always cut it. That is… if you’re being an adult. Adults get discretion on their appearance, children do not.” She said, with a small smirk.

She quickly grabbed Chris by his shoulders and spun him around, giving him a little smack on the butt to propel him into motion. “Go get some clothes on, and then we’ll go shoppin’!”

Chris grabbed a few pieces out of his bureau deciding to go with another form fitting shirt that was dark red. He always thought that tighter clothes would make him look smaller and younger, but it really was doing the opposite. His bigger, more loose clothes emphasized how small he was because they didn’t fit. He slipped on the skinny jeans that he tried on a few weeks previous, and he was good to go.

Chris glanced at the bathroom mirror before making his way back to Michaela. He was really pleased with how he looked, which was so uncommon for him. While things haven’t been very smooth sailing for him recently, he had to admit that Michaela has been an awesome help when she wanted to be.

“Looking good! You ready to go?” She asked, with Chris following up with a nod. Michaela grabbed a large bag with a blanket inside along with enough room for whatever food they managed to grab.

They made their way outside to the car. Michaela popped open the trunk to throw in the bag, while Chris attempted to climb into the car to get into the car seat early. “Maybe if I beat her to the punch I can save myself a little embarrassment.” He thought to himself, pulling open the door.

It wasn’t long before she had caught up with him, grabbing him as he was just inches away from the seat. She picked him up by his armpits and placed him into the seat.

“I hope you weren’t trying to get in yourself. You should know from last time, that is my job.” She said, pushing his back against the seat to buckle him in properly.

“Don’t you think it’d make your day just a little bit easier if I could do it myself while you start up the car?” He asked, trying not to sound argumentative.

“Yes, but easy isn’t always fun.” She said, poking his nose with her finger. Chris did his best to hide his glowered expression, but there wasn’t much to hide it with when strapped in.

“Oh don’t give me that.” She said, with a provocative tone. “I know you like being picked up and grabbed, so you should learn to have some fun with me.” Michaela grabbed his armpits again, this time putting slight pressure on his breast area with her thumbs. He let out a soft moan and closed his eyes, which wasn’t intentional.

 “Why did that simple grab feel so nice?” He thought, a little afraid to open his eyes.

He finally got the courage to open them, to see Michaela was closing the door. She decided to not stimulate him, or herself, any further. They had a place to be, after all!

After making their way to the closest super market, they parked the car and grabbed a cart. They always pick foolish days to shop, and today was no exception. Plenty of shoppers were roaming around picking up food for barbeques and parties alike. Chris let out a small sigh, and quickly grabbed how many of Michaela’s fingers he could hold. It wasn’t much, now that they had thought about it. Typically she held his hand, but this time around Chris grabbed a hold of her pointer and middle finger.

Michaela smiled wide, looking down at him as they started walking.

“W-what are you smiling about?” Chris asked trying to act like it was something else.

“Hmmm, I’m not sure. I can’t quite put my finger on it.” She said facetiously. Chris felt the urge to yank his hand away, but he knew that wouldn’t work out quite well.

They ventured through the aisles looking for food they might like for tonight. Typical picnic foods such as fruit, snacks, and sandwich ingredients.

"Y'know if I were you I'd totally take the opportunity to chill in the cart." Michaela said, trying to convince him to ride in the cart seat.

"When you live a life like mine it can be nice to take any freedom you can get. Even if your feet get tired in the process." Chris explained as he looked through the shelves he could see at his level. 

Michaela looked at her phone to check the time. "Hmm, looks like we'll have to pick up the pace if we want to keep our spot. Can I trust you to go grab some chips at the end of the isle over there while I get some stuff here?" She asked.

Chris got a little more excited than he'd be willing to admit. Michaela trusted him with something!

"I don't see why not." He said, making his way to the end of the isle. The farther he got away from Michaela, the bigger the nervous lump in his throat started to swell. She was literally 20 feet away, why was he getting so uneasy?

"Okay... just grab the chips and make your way back to Michaela. As simple as that." He said to himself, trying to talk his way through it. Luckily, there was one bag of chips left. He snagged them and turned back to Michaela.

"Phew, see was that so bad?" he started to calm down.

"Hey you! Wait!" A raspy voice called behind him.

Chris turned around, curious about the unfamiliar voice. It was some kid about 8 or 9 years old, around a head taller thank him. He had red buzzed-cut hair and a shirt that said "Tapout" on it.

"Those are mine. I saw them first!" the boy said, pointing at the bag of chips.

"These?" Chris pondered for a second. Should he give them to the boy? He didn't really mind, though he also really wanted to be able to deliver Michaela of her request for once.

"Yes, those, Pipsqueak. Hand them over." the boy said.

"Well, never mind that thought. This kid ain't getting anything." Chris thought as he clenched his teeth slightly.

"If you saw them first, then why are they in my hands?" Chris said, trying to push back from the boy's rudeness.

"Well, they'll be in my hands in a second." He said as he stepped closer, grabbing the bag and shoving Chris to the ground.

He was stunned. Should he get up and start fighting a child? Is it moral when the boy started it and was bigger than him? Chris got up as quick as he could, feeling the blood starting to burn inside of him. His fists clenched, and his whole body tensed up.

"I hate to say it but this could be a losing fight..." He thought to himself looking up at the boy.

"Oh what are YOU gonna do? Hit me? Hah!" The boy said with a sneer.

"*Ahem*" Michaela stood behind Chris, clearing her throat to get their attention.

"Billy, give me those." She put her hand out, the other one on her hip.

The boy, supposedly named Billy, looked at the bag. "Aw, come on this twerp doesn't deserve them." he whined as he handed them to Michaela.

"I would be more concerned about what YOU will deserve once I talk to your mother later. She'd love to hear from me again after all the times I've spent babysitting your little sister. You know how mad she's going to be when she hears you're pushing smaller kids around?" She said as she snatched the bag.

Billy quickly fled without saying a word. What was just a huge threat to Chris was just sent away with his tail between his legs by Michaela. Chris eyes widened, no one had really stood up for him like that before. Not too many people ever went out of their way to single Chris out or bully him, but during the rare occasion it did happen most people would turn a blind eye.

"Wow, you sure showed hi-" Chris was cut off by Michaela picking him up and putting him in the seat of the cart and strapping him in.

"Looks like I really can't trust you." Michaela said under breath sounding disappointed. Not angry or upset, just disappointed. Chris put his head down and let Michaela finish up the shopping.

Michaela brought the shopping cart back to the car, unloading the groceries and leaving Chris for last. She picked him up and placed him on her hip, pushing the shopping cart to a safe place. He was plopped into the car seat, but instead of Michaela going back to the driver's seat and heading off, she just sat next to him.

"Look, sorry for that 'I can't trust you after all' remark, that was uncool." She said. Chris appreciated her honesty. "It just gets me so mad. I care about you a lot, and seeing you getting pushed around makes me scared for you. The harsh reality is that you are small, and because of that you can't fight your own battles most of the time, no matter how hard you try." She explained, putting her hand over his.

"I still don't know whether to be mad at you or not. I saw the whole situation unfold in front of me, and I heard every word. I get that Billy was bigger than you, but you knew he was a kid. As an adult, you can't provoke a kid like that. You should have known that the best course of action should have been to just come to me, but you didn't. You were about ready to fight a child, who knows what would have happened if I didn't step in."

Chris looked away from her, trying to hide his sadness. "You don't know what it feels like."

She lightly grabbed his chin with her two fingers, making him face her. "I don't need to know what it feels like to know what is best for you."

Chris looked at Michaela’s eyes for a little while, slowly getting lost in them. They were the kind of eyes that demanded your focus, and you just couldn’t look away. He had found the pause button to the universe, and it was in her pupils. Michaela, noticing his trance, was slowly creeping her out-of-sight hand next to him. She grabbed him just like she did before, under his armpits pressing against his breast area. Yet again he let out an involuntary moan.

“W-will you stop that, please?” He said, putting his hands around her wrists to push her away. He couldn’t come close to wrapping his hands all the way around, but he had to do something.

“Oh fine… for now. It’s such cute little girly pressure point that you have though. I can’t resist myself.” She said, slowly climbing out of the car.

It was getting late, and they didn’t want to lose their spot, so off they went to the field. Every year, most of the community went to a large recreation center in town to set up blankets and enjoy the fireworks show. This year was no different. They arrived with a fair amount of sunlight still out, so they had plenty of time to find Michaela’s friend and set up.

They made their way into the field, combing through all the blankets and people.

“Hey Michaela, over here!” A girl chanted from a few blankets over.

“Oh hey Tiff! We’ll be right there.” Michaela chanted back.

They met up and set up the blanket, placing all the things out from the bag.

Michaela and Tiffany hugged. “Tiffany, this is Christopher. Chris, this is Tiffany.” Michaela introduced the two. Tiffany appeared to be the same height as Michaela, not surprising seeing that’s the average height for girls their age.

“Hey there little guy!” She said, bending over to him. “Looks like Michaela’s still in the babysitting game? You’re a cute one.” Chris was getting the idea that Michaela didn’t spill the beans about Chris to Tiffany.

“I’ve never seen you babysit someone so young! Usually you stick around 7 and up, I thought.” She asked Michaela, returning to full height. Michaela let out a giggle. “Yup! He is my special little exception; it’s been great as usual.” Michaela put her hand on Chris’ shoulder, which just barely reached.

Chris felt a little red. Was it more embarrassing to be talked to like a kindergartener, or to give them the whole ‘Actually, I’m 19’ spiel? It was too hard to tell at this point.

“Awh, am I’m embarrassing you Christopher? I’m sorry.” Tiffany said, ruffling his hair.

The conversation slowly moved on to other topics between the two girls. Chris just stood by Michaela’s legs, he started to feel ignored. They were just sort of talking above him. It felt like they didn’t even know he was there.

“Hey Michaela…” Chris said, starting to feel a little nervous. She didn’t seem to hear him, it was quite a noisy atmosphere. He tried again, “Um, Michaela…” A little louder this time, still nothing.

Chris tugged on her dress a little, seeing how she didn’t have sleeves long enough for him to reach.

“What’s up, dude?” Michaela said, finally acknowledging him.

“Can I go sit on the blanket now? My legs are getting tired.” He said, making any excuse he could just to get out of this situation.

Michaela looked at him with a serious look in her eye that only he could see. “Yes, but don’t go anywhere without me. Capisce?” Chris nodded and quickly made his way to the blanket.

He let out a big breath, laying down on the blanket. Even with so many people walking around, talking, and playing, it just felt nice outside. The weather was perfect, and you could tell it was going to be an enjoyably cool night.

“Man I could take a nap right about now.” He thought to himself, closing his eyes.

“Hey there.” A close voice said, making his eyes pop back open. He quickly sat up to look around.

His eyes met with a little girl standing in front of him.

“I’m Naomi.” She said, staring at him. “Uh, hello Naomi… I’m Chris.” He said with a little wave.

“You look lonely, did you want to play catch with me?” She said, revealing a small football.

“I… don’t really want to right now. Can’t you play with someone else?” Chris asked, a little perplexed why she would asking him, a total stranger. It was hard for him to realize that kids would look at him as a ‘fellow kid’ instead of a ‘grownup’ simply because of his size and appearance.

“Aww, pleeeaaasseee!” She begged. “I’m lonely too.”

Chris couldn’t help but feel a little bad. He didn’t have anyone to play with growing up either, but unlike her he didn’t have the courage to ask random kids to play.

“Well, I guess I could. I just have to ask Mi-“ “Yay!! Let’s go!” Naomi grabbed Chris by the hand, running over to a less populated part of the field. He was trying as hard as he could to stop her, but to his disgrace she was pulling him along too hard and too fast. They finally stopped, leaving Chris to catch his breath.”

“I…. Need you… to wait… I have to tell Michaela first…” He said, returning to full height after being bent over. His stomach dropped a little when at full height, his eyes met with her neck.

“You’re shorter than I thought!” She giggled, inching a little closer to him. “Christopher, how old are you?” she asked, still silently comparing.

“I’m uh… seven. I just haven’t grown much yet.” He said quietly afraid of her reaction. It was weird that he was lying so much about his age, but he felt compelled to. As if he having his height issues would put him in some sort of jeopardy to the larger people around him.

“Oh! Me too!” She excitedly replied. For some reason those kinds of things are very fascinating to children. Chris was hoping she’d be a little older and happened to be short as well, but no such luck. She was about average height for her age.

“Are you sure you are seven? I have some shorter friends, but none this short…” Naomi said, backing up a little.

“Ugh, yes!” Chris said, rolling his eyes and looking down. That was a mistake in itself, as he quickly realized they were wearing the same jeans. He swiftly looked away, acting as if he saw nothing.

“Uh, what were you look a-… Oh hey lookit! We have the same jeans on! Wait, why are you wearing girl’s jeans?”

“I’m not… maybe you’re wearing boy’s jeans!” Chris said, trying to convince her.

“Nope, I was there with my mommy when we bought them.” Naomi said.

It was true, albeit that hers were a size larger. Chris instantly had a flashback of Michaela saying “No one will notice that they are for girls…” from the night he tried them on. “Gee thanks Michaela.” He thought to himself.

“Are you sure you’re not a girl in disguise? You’re wearing girly jeans and are really short, and your hair is a little long for a boy. Ooh! I’ll keep your secret, don’t worry.” She said, obviously getting excited.

“No, I’m a boy.” He growled a bit. “Are we gonna play or what?” At the least, he could show her what’s what in a game of catch. That should prove his manhood at the least.

“Go long!” She yelled. Chris ran as far back as he thought was necessary, and signaled that he was ready.

Naomi threw it across their distance, heading right for Chris. With a small hop in the air, he caught the ball.

“Alright, here it comes!” He yelled, positioning himself to throw.

“This’ll show her.” He thought, hurling the ball into the air as hard as he could. It flew into the bright blue sky, where it got higher and higher, then lower and lower. It looked promising at first, but as it lowered he realized how far he had actually made it.

The ball plopped to the ground, closer to him than it was Naomi. She let out a laugh loud enough to be heard clearly from where he was. He had to do all he could not to get furious at some little girl.

They met at the ball. Naomi was still smiling and giggling at Chris. “Here, let me throw it again. I’ll do it as hard as I can!” She said, putting her hand out. She had to be bluffing, could she really throw it farther than that? Was he underestimating how throwing arm of a young girl or had he really been that weak?

“Go long!” She yelled again, as Chris ran as fast as he could to get in position. The ball soared to the sky, it was definitely a farther throw than her last. He continued to back up into position, but the ball was coming down fast. He wasn’t going to make it in time, though he kept trying.

He ran backwards as fast as he could to keep an eye on the ball. “Almost…. There….” He said to himself as he put his hands out.

The ball came closer and closer until it was about to soar over his head, when he bumped into something behind him.

“Oof!” The bump was strong enough to stop him in his tracks, but not enough to knock him over. It was… soft? Definitely not a tree or anything. He looked up to see Michaela, holding the ball she just caught.

“Nice throw Naomi!” She yelled over as she threw the ball back. “Thanks Michaela!” Naomi yelled back.

“I’m going to borrow Christopher back now, sorry!” She said, grabbing Chris’ hand to bring him back to the blanket.

“I’m really having a hard time figuring out what you don’t understand about the sentence ‘Don’t go anywhere without me.’” She said making him sit on the blanket.

“B-b-b-but, Sh-she…” Chris stammered.

“But she what? Bound and gagged you? I could totally get the situation with Billy earlier today, but Naomi? She couldn’t hurt a fly. I’ve known her for years.” Michaela really was a familiar face to most people in the town, being one of the few babysitters that actively worked throughout the summer. “Besides, you look like you were there voluntarily.”

“Okay, I’m sorry.” Chris said, knowing when he wasn’t going to win an argument.

“I’m glad we’re in a place with people who would be willing to help if I did lose you.” She said as she sat next to him. “It’s getting dark, so we should be able to settle on the blanket now and get some food ready.”

They spent some time preparing their food, making the sandwiches and eating before it got too dark to see.

“You want a soda?” Michaela asked, offering a can. “Sure!” Chris said taking the soda she handed over. He grabbed the tabbed and pulled… and pulled… and pulled some more. It wasn’t budging. He kept trying and trying, and each time his fingers hurt a little more.

He looked up to see Michaela smirking at him. “You want some help with that, mighty mouse?” Feeling defeated, Chris handed back the soda, which she opened in one try. 

“You warmed it up for me.” Michaela joked, handing it back. “Oh darn it! That reminds me that I totally forgot to buy myself a drink. How about we go to some of the vending areas over there and get something for me.”

They both made their way to get her a drink while Chris continued to sip on his soda. The vending area was much busier, with plenty of people waiting in line. Clashes of different scents were in the air, pretzels, hot dogs, and pizza all created this odd smell that instantly made you hungry for some not so healthy delights.

“I’ll just grab some lemonade.” She said as they entered the line for one of the stands. Time melted away as the night was born, the lights turned on so people wouldn’t be tripping over themselves. People piled in on the line behind them, when a recognizable set of voices loomed in behind him. He couldn’t quite remember why they sounded so familiar, the voice of two girls and one boy. He peaked behind his shoulder as he saw the group of three, and instantly whipped back as fast as he could.

“Oh god, oh god…” he thought to himself as he recognized the faces. Three kids from his school, ones who particularly found his size laughable. They never exactly bullied him, but would always throw a mean spirited joke his way whenever he was nearby. They were the ‘goth’ kids that would wear all black and dye their hair. Outcasts who would bully other outcasts.

“Hey, uh, Michaela…” He quickly turned up to her. “Are you SURE I can’t wait at the blanket? I promise I’ll be good and stay put. Please!!”

“No, you can’t. It’ll only be a few more minutes, what’s the rush?” She asked, preemptively grabbing his hand.

“I-I, uh, don’t feel good. Please just let me go back.” He pleaded.

“Chris, what are you so upset abo-“ “Did you say Chris?” the voice behind them asked.

“Dammit, dammit dammit!!” Chris thought to himself. What were they going to say to ridicule him!?

All three of his former classmates gasped as he turned around.

“No way, if it isn’t good old mini-me!” Said one of the girls. “Awwwh, and he’s holding her hand. Who’s this, your big sister or something?” The other girl chimed in.

“Ohohoho” The boy in the back laughed, “Don’t tell me little dude scored a girlfriend!”

Chris was already turning red. He started tugging on Michaela’s hand, but she didn’t even seem to notice.

“Hey there! I’m Michaela, Chris’ friend. Are you guys classmates of his?” She asked, as polite as she always was.

“Wait… Michaela? You’re the girl who took care of my neighbor for a few weeks last year. Oh my god, this isn’t his girlfriend, this is his BABYSITTER!” One of the girls loudly said, beginning to laugh.

“Awwwh, wittle Christopher needs a babysitter.” Said the other girl, demeaning him like a small child.

“Not only that, but Michaela here is younger than he is. How embarrassing…” The other girl said, putting her hands on her cheeks.

“How about you guys back off a bit, will you?” Michaela said, getting testy.

“What are you going to do, tell my mommy?” The boy in the back quipped.

Chis tried his best to hold back his tears, he couldn’t let them find something else to ridicule him with. He tugged on Michaela’s hand, trying to pull himself away from the ridicule.

“Hah! He can’t even break her grip, and she’s on the shorter side. The pathetic little shrimp!” One of the girls said, pulling out her phone readying for a picture. She wasn’t wrong, either. Michaela was 5”6, and both of these girls were probably an inch or two taller than her.

Chris tugged and tugged. “Michaela please, let’s just go.” He said, tears building up.

“No, there’s nothing these people can do to actually hurt you beyond their meaningless words.” She said, scowling at the group.

Chris wasn’t having it. He wanted out of this situation. He pulled and pulled and Michaela finally yanked back, making him spill his soda all over her dress.

The three bullies gasped, then broke out into laughter. Michaela’s beautiful dress was completely stained. She looked back up them, with a fire in her eyes. “Piss off!” She yelled, creating a deafening silence across the vending area. The 3 teens stepped back, afraid of the sudden change in emotion, and then scurried off.

Chris was still in shock about what he just did. He knew that was a huge mistake, and felt an ache in heart that he just really hurt Michaela’s feelings. That ache in his heart quickly became an ache in his arm as Michaela whipped him into motion back to the blanket. Yet, they walked right past the blanket. She was heading for the car.

She quickly unlocked the car and buckled Chris into the car seat. She was moving so fast it was hard to even recognize if what was happening was real or not. She slammed the door shut, presumably to go and pack up the blanket.

Chris sat there with his feet dangling from the chair. The silence was killing him deep inside, forcing him to do nothing but think about what just happened.

The trunk slammed shut, and Michaela slid into the driver’s seat to ride home. It was, once again, a silent drive home, except for the fact that the fireworks had now started to go off. Each pop a horrible reminder of what a great night he just ruined. If only he could have been the ‘bigger person’ for once in his life, and just ignored those jerks. It got under his skin so much, everything about his height did.

Finally arriving home, neither of them bothered digging their stuff out of the trunk.

“Shower. Now.” Michaela said, still soaked in brown soda stains. She had sounded just as upset as she looked, walking back to her room. Chris didn’t think about it and went straight for the shower. He was almost in a daze, had all of that really just happened? How much deep crap is he in now? He couldn’t fight the rock in his stomach from the guilt he felt. As if he could burst into tears at any moment, but he fended the water works off. He didn’t want to make this about him.

He hopped into the shower and turned the water on to get cleaned up. Looking around, he realized that all of the cleaning supplies were now on the unreachable upper shelves instead of the typical lower shelf. Besides the water falling down on his head, he didn’t have much to clean himself with.

While trying to make the most out of the situation, he heard the door creek open.

“Hey, Michaela? I don’t mean to be a burden… but I can’t reach the shampoo or anything.” He said, trying his best not to sound needy or expecting.

“I told you yesterday that I moved some stuff, and you didn’t seem to care. Maybe it’s your own fault then.” She said bluntly. Michaela had never been so coarse with him before. “I-I’m so sorry, but I need them to shower.” Chris asked again apologetically.

“I know, which is why I’ll give you a hand.” She said as she slid the curtain open.

“WOAH wait!!” Chris yelled as he turned away and closed his eyes with hand and covered his crotch with the other. “I’m naked in here, remember!?”

“Duh…” She remarked. Chris heard her step into the shower, and close the curtain. He felt a cold sensation run down his spine from the sheer suspense of what might be happening.

“Is she in the shower with me right now!?” He thought to himself, freaking out. He dared not turn around and see for himself.

“W-what are you doing?” He asked, trembling.

“Oh stop it. Stop being a baby and open your eyes, and stop covering yourself too. Like I haven’t already seen you in your undies, this isn’t that big of a step forward.” She said with her demanding tone. Chris’ body naturally wanted to obey, but he was too sacred. He couldn’t. He shouldn’t!

“Fine. If you won’t, I will.” She whipped him around and pulled his hand off his eyes.

He couldn’t help but sigh in relief. Michaela was in a blue bathing suit covering her where need be.

“W-why are you wearing a bathing suit?” He asked, upset and confused.

“Well, I was going to surprise you with a trip to a 24/7 pool after the fireworks to end off a fun night, so I wore this under my clothes.” Michaela sounded really annoyed.

Chris’ nervous rock made a triumphant return to his stomach. “Then why do I have to be naked?” he said, still covering his junk now with both hands.

“Because I’ve had a REALLY bad day, and could use something to cheer me up.” Michaela said, sitting down on the floor of the tub. She grabbed him by his hips, her hands big enough to cover the both of them. “And nothing brings a smile to my more than your cute little face when you’re blushing.” Michaela said with an evil grin, pulling him close to her. When she was sitting down like this, they were practically face to face, which was a new angle for the both of them.  

“So, we could do this the easy way, or the fun way.” Michaela let go of one if his hips, sliding her hand to his forearm and slowly started to pull. He couldn’t just let her do this, he held on as much as he could.

“Please don’t do this!” He begged. It didn’t even feel like she heard him.

It was no use. She pinned both of his arms down with just one of hers, exposing his erect penis.

“You’ve been so worried about this? I mean, proportionally, you’ve got a good set up going on here…” She said, staring at his fresh junk. Chris’ face was redder than it had ever been, he felt so violated. “I see the party has already started, too! You love being manhandled, don’t you? …Or would it be womanhandled?” She teased. At the very least, this whole situation brought Michaela into a mood a lot like her normal self.

“Don’t be so upset, little man. We all have stuff under our clothes. If it makes you feel better, maybe one day you can see what’s under mine.” Michaela said both seductively and dominantly. Chris’ spine shivered.

“Okay, you had your look. Can I get out of here now?” Chris pleaded, still being handcuffed by Michaela’s fingers.

“We’ve been out all day long. You aren’t leaving until you are squeaky clean!” Michaela looked up to see the soap on the top shelf. “So this is how you feel, eh?” She stood up to full height and grabbed the soap along with getting her hair wet.

Chris stood behind her, not really sure what to do with himself. What droplets from her hair started dripping on his head, but he didn’t have much of a place to back up to. In fact, she seemed to be backing him to the wall of the shower with her backside inch by inch. He finally reached the end point, but her ass kept approaching. Closer and closer, until it was just centimeters away from his face.

“I’m still angry with you, don’t forget about that. If I were you, I’d be trying to earn some brownie points while I can.” She said, tipping him off to the obvious. Chris gulped, still scarred from the events of yesterday. He felt frozen looking at the water flow down her cheeks and continuing to her thighs.

Michaela tapped her foot, making a splash sound. Chris new that would be his only warning. Taking a deep breath, he started kissing her ass cheeks as much as he could, wherever he could. Being sure to make them well timed and with enough pressure. “Make them actual smooches and not little pecks!” echoed in his memory from yesterday.

Chris was kissing away at her right butt cheek when Michaela lightly smacked her left. He quickly got the memo, and kissed where she slapped. She then slapped again in another spot, which he then kissed. She slapped again, and again, and again. Each time Chris quickly started kissing that area to please her. She then gave a stronger slap to the upper part of her right butt cheek.

Since Chris was so small, his eyes met in the center of her rear. Meaning that even on his tippy toes, there was still the upper half of her bum that wasn’t being reached by his lips. He looked up at the spot with a rising intensity in his chest. What would he do now?

Michaela slapped the same spot again, this time much harder. He started shaking, he knew he didn’t have much time left. Out of disparity, he started jumping and kissing the area, just barely out of reach each time.

Michaela couldn’t help but crack up. “Okay, you get an A for effort. You’ll get a pass on that one, tiny.” Chris felt relieved; he wouldn’t know what to do if she got even madder at him.

“W-was that my punishment?” Chris asked with hesitation.

“Punishment? No, we’ll talk punishments and discipline tomorrow. Right now is about getting clean and destressing a little.” She turned and lowered herself onto her knees, allowing the water to go over her and onto Chris.

She grabbed him by the hands to pull him more into the water’s coverage, and started soaping his body. Lathering him from head to toe, she made sure to take advantage of some sweet spots. Just like earlier today, grabbing pressure points that made him feel tingly all over. She grabbed behind his knee, and moved up to the inner thigh, which made Chris almost collapse.

“That’s funny, those are usually pressure points very specific to a girl’s body.” She giggled.

Michaela quickly slid her hand up his leg, and light lathered his erection. Making Chris jump back! “HEY!” he yelled, shaking him from his seduced state.

“Too soon? Ah, alright. Take it or leave it. Now let’s wash all that soap off of you.” She pulled him into the water once more, going over everything she just soaped up with her hands. It was ecstasy for Chris. Michaela had always been great with her hands, especially now with them running over his entire body.

She cleaned him and spun him around, checking for any remaining soap suds.

“So, am I good to go?” He asked, grabbing the curtain.

“Why so eager? Would you really be so rude to not return the favor after I ever so graciously cleaned you?” Michaela returned to her feet while continuously looking down on Chris.  

“Here.” She handed him the soap bar, which he needed two hands to hold. “I guess just clean whatever you can reach, and I’ll handle the rest.”

Chris was a hesitant, but was getting used to pushing through it because of all ass kissing from earlier. He started from her feet, and worked his way up. Things got more difficult as he got higher, as just one of her thighs was a lot of ground for him to cover. Reaching in between them to clean the inside of her legs, he felt an uneasy sensation. He looked up to see that she’s been observing the entire time.

He slowly slid his hands and the soap in between her thighs, when all of the sudden she grabbed his hands from behind her and pulled him in under her legs. She tightened her legs, gently squeezing Chris between them. His body was being squished by her soft yet firm thigh muscles, and he head was being forced against her crotch. Even when they were soapy, her grip was strong enough to keep them in place. He desperately tried to escape, becoming very panicked.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna bite.” Michaela said, bouncing a little on her tippy toes. She was obviously having too much fun with this. She released him from her trap, which he quickly slid out from under her legs. He cleaned the remainder of her legs and her butt as well. It was the most familiar territory for him at this point.

“Th-there, your legs should be clean now.” He said, holding up the soap bar for her to take.

Michaela put her hands on her hips. “Well, I did say clean whatever you can reach. Looks like you could go a little bit higher.”

Chris held the soap with two hands again, and took a deep breath. He looked up at her tummy. He was used to the idea of looking up at belly buttons, but rarely had to because most people had their clothes on. Michaela was not like most people. He got on his toes and started scrubbing up and down from her bikini waistline to as high he could reach. Soap covered Michaela’s stomach from right below her belly button down to her bikini. Chris slipped behind her, and repeated. He couldn’t get the soap far beyond the small of her back, watching the rest of it arch above him.

“Wait… you can’t reach my belly button?” She asked, inspecting the soap on her body.

“I guess I can’t. I’m sorry.” He said, worried about his lack of coverage.

“I gotta see this!” She grabbed the soap out of his hands and put it on the shelf. “Try to poke a finger in my belly button.”

Chris gulped. There was once again something so intimidating about her belly looming above. He got on his toes and stretched his limbs. Every extremity was being strained to get any amount of boost in height. The tip of his middle finger just barely touched the bottom of her belly button.

“I… can’t… do it…” He said as he stretched.

Michaela just simply started laughing. Laughing so very hard, that Chris could see her entire body moving with each exhale of hilarity. It was making her thighs and butt bounce, and her boobs jiggle. “It’s just…” She attempted to explain, trying not to choke on her own laughter. “I know you’re small, this is obvious… It’s just some things really remind me of how puny you are. It’s so damn adorable… among other things.”

Chris felt Michaela’s eye look down on him, comparing herself to him. That warmth inside of her was growing again, just like yesterday. The more she noticed the size difference, the more she dominated him, the more she became his superior, the warmer she got inside.

She got on her knees and cornered him in. Grabbing his waist, she put both of her hands in a circle around his waist and still had some overlap. “Wow, my hands are bigger than your waist, and my fingers only stop meeting if I bring it up to your chest.”

Michaela put his hands up to her waist, which couldn’t even cover a fraction of her width. With her standing on her knees, Chris was face level with her breasts. “One of my boobs is the size of your head…” She said as she nudged his face with them a little bit. “I really do have the ability to do whatever I’d like to you.”

Chris was absolutely horrified, he didn’t know what to do or what to say. His erection just wouldn’t stop. The size difference was something so erotic to him as well, but it also put a deep feat inside his heart. His eyes started to water. This day, no this entire summer, had been too much for him to take.

“I went too far again, didn’t I?” She said, picking him up. Alright, I think we’re both clean enough for now. I’ll have another shower in the morning.”

She carried him back into bed and put some of his pajamas on him. Chris was tucked into bed tight, it was like a warm cocoon.

“We still have reprimands to talk about tomorrow. Right now though, just know that I’m here to help you sleep at night.” She kissed him on the cheek, instantly ceasing his tears and putting him in a sleepy daze.

“Goodnight~” She whispered to him.

Michaela turned off the light and gently closed the door.