In this Chapter:   Kristen grows comfortable with her power over the tiny people in her house.  Progress is made on many of the helpful ideas that Kristen propositioned to the cities.  Ginny has her way.  Leslie visits Lakeside. 

Main Tags of This Chapter:  Pussy. Slight Watersports

Kristen – 28   Madelyn – 8 months  

Lakeside Suburbs, USA

              Two long months had passed since Kristen had unintentionally yet maliciously demonstrated why building the pathways around the cities was necessary, and progress was being made, but rather slowly.  Kristen offering whatever supplies the micros requested for the construction process, like minute pieces of scrap metal from her garage, or rocks from her garden.  The tinies breaking down the miniscule pebbles into powder to mix their tiny version of concrete to help strengthen the foundations of the platforms that would have to bear the weight of a 12-mile-tall woman’s immensely destructive footfalls. 

Kristen herself even helped with the construction almost every day, especially when it came to lifting the “heavier” stuff, which meant a section of walkway that was two inches long to her, but skyscraper sized to the micros.  She even helped draw the pathways she wanted around the cities, thinking of the best ways she could walk around with the most prolific views into each city from a close angle as well as a path leading to her black and gold throne, that way she could plan on interacting with whatever city she wanted safely from the walkway if she had to, as well as having a safe route to her chair no matter which section of the walkway she was stood upon.   

Her help was desperately needed too, in fact, because for the micros, each section of the pathway was like constructing a quarter of a city at a time from scratch.  Kristen thought it was fun, squatting down next to the cities, watching the little speck sized people on the floor between cities build and expand on the pathways right in front of her toes, asking Kristen to place down the sections just like building blocks when she was a young girl, but she left most of the work to the engineers and the workers, not wanting any accidental deaths on her hands, or rather under her hands. 

From what Kristen was being told from the leaders of the cities, everyone seemed to be working together to accomplish the goal, uniting against the odds, and putting aside their differences, making Kristen happy that she had a voice and influence over the people, actually doing what she suggested.  She also noticed that the micros were much nicer to her, even the generals and other leaders who traditionally hated her seemed keener on working with her, talking with her every day with a few messages here and there, but still not getting any messages from the country.  Kristen felt a little bad though, knowing that the newfound niceness from the cities and its leaders was probably because she had scared everyone in that room when she stomped her way out of it, but she couldn’t have helped it, she was angry, and she got what she wanted, not hearing a single word from Nyla since that night as she was replaced by a much nicer man. 

              Much to Kristen’s reprieve too, she found out after the night of the meeting where she suggested the pathways and ousted Nyla, that the middle city at the base of her chair that she had crushed under her black pump heel was mostly evacuated during the following days after Ginny had stepped on them initially, apart from a few stragglers who refused to leave, those stragglers squished deeply into the rubble of their former city buried into Kristen’s treads as grime and dried blood. 

Ginny easily killing tens of thousands of people in the accident, smushing people under her porcelain toes and burying the rest into burning destruction, but Kristen had only squished a few hundred people instead, making her feel much better that it wasn’t more.  The evacuees taken in to the two cities on either end of Kristen’s chair, information that Kristen was going to keep private from Ginny to spare her friend any more guilty feelings.    

              She had a new rhythm, taking in food and water to the city room once a week.  She brought in a piece of a gluten free cracker, or a little cap of water and watched as airplanes loaded up the gigantic pieces of food or barrels full of water, flying them around to each city to thoroughly supply every citizen with much to spare.  Kristen also noticed that there were new wires coming out of her electrical outlet on the wall.  Her electricity bill going up by an entire 17 dollars a month when the micros figured out how to use the power from the gigantic house to fuel their cities and their infrastructures.  Kristen happy to help, not minding the extra expense to her bank account.   

              She was back into her groove at work, too, working on projects and earning her money, establishing herself back into meetings and projects, many people praising her adaptability and how easily she could run her own real estate company one day if she continued to push and believe in herself.  Occasionally she would get a message from Sam, making her gush and smile, maybe even making her a little aroused too when she was alone and bored on her couch in the middle of a workday. 

              Kristen was getting her natural confidence back, exceeding at her workouts with Ginny and getting back to the fit physique she wanted apart from the lush curves she decided to keep around since giving birth.  She found more time to take care of herself, venturing outside of the house to hair appointments and to get her nails done, buying new clothes all while entrusting Ginny to watch over Maddy while she was away.  Kristen not leaving her keys around for Ginny to find though, not wanting to make that mistake again, only wanting Ginny in the room while she was there to supervise her actions.    

Kristen had just turned 28, too, celebrating her birthday with Ginny and a few other girls from the neighborhood at a nice restaurant in downtown Lakeside which Ginny happily paid for, the group drinking at a few cocktail bars afterwards, dressed up sexy and sultry in short dresses or rompers with heels to match while a few men tried to pick them up, but they refused, only giving Kristen a bit more pep to her step that she was a very desirable prize.  Kristen was worried about one thing though, and it was getting closer and closer to the dreaded date. 

              She knew that Leslie was going to be visiting soon to celebrate Kristen’s birthday, not having seen her older sister in almost a year, not since the divorce, not since she had Madelyn, not since the tiny people showed up.  “Ginny, I hate to do this so short notice, but do you mind babysitting Madelyn again while I go pick up my sister from the airport?”  Kristen texted one night. 

              “Sure!  I can’t wait to meet her!” Ginny messaged back.

              “She can be mean to people she doesn’t know, so I wouldn’t get too excited, but once she likes you, she’ll be nice.  Absolutely do not try to talk shit back to her, she will never leave it alone” Kristen said, Ginny immediately reminded of all the bullies and fake friends from university that would be mean to her but still kept her around as a punching bag.    

              “Oh, okay…” Ginny reluctantly replied.   

              “Can you also do me a huge favor?  I’m gonna leave the keys for you, do you think you can drop off food and water to the capital city while I’m gone?” Kristen texted.  Kristen wanting to see if she could finally trust Ginny to the micros after enough time had passed, thinking just a simple task would be good for her. 

              “Sure!” Ginny enthusiastically responded. 

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              The day had finally come, Ginny couldn’t contain her excitement while she showered then prepared herself a small breakfast, in just a few hours she would be walking over to Kristen’s house to watch Maddy and drop off food and water to the cities, but Ginny had been waiting a long time to be alone with the cities again, getting bored of watching the only video of a million people all bowing down to her, she wanted the real thing, a burning desire she had been keeping under control and locked away for 2 months while still remaining a good friend to Kristen.    

Wanting to make a good impression for Leslie still, Ginny had decided to dress up a little bit more fancy than her typical leggings and running shoes, instead she dressed herself in her favorite tight jeans, hugging her skinnier and lanky legs, her black thong sandals, and a silky lowcut black top even if she didn’t really have cleavage to show off, her jaw length hair perfectly slicked back and her makeup perfect, donning some jewelry, earrings, and an expensive silver watch. 

              “Alright, I’ll be back!” Kristen said, walking through her kitchen and into the garage, Ginny playfully waving Madelyn’s hand as a bye to her mom.  Ginny being the good caretaker she was, tended to Madelyn as if she were her own daughter before doing anything about the food, making sure Madelyn was set up in her play pen with the television on to keep the baby entertained while Ginny went about what she was also asked to do. 

              Ginny’s heart beating a little faster as she carried a little prepacked parcel of food and water down the hallway.  Her bare feet slapping across the floor as she passed up Madelyn’s pen, the baby was fast asleep on a mound of pillows and blankets while the television quietly played another episode of a children’s show. 

              Ginny knew the airport was relatively far away from Lakeside and traffic was only going to get worse throughout the day.  Ginny dangling the keys between her fingers, breathing deeply before opening the door.  Her heart racing as she tried to act normal and calm, especially knowing that everything she was doing was being recorded on the baby monitor placed near the corner of the room, knowing that Kristen could easily pull up her phone and watch the entire interaction from afar. 

              As instructed, and well within obvious view of the camera, Ginny gently tiptoed around the construction and between the cities as to not crush anyone, carefully approaching the middle city.  Looking over towards the camera and giving a bright smile and gentle wave to a possibly watching Kristen stuck in traffic.  Ginny looking back down, seeing the designated drop off points clearly marked with “huge” red circles, Ginny couldn’t help but chuckle, the circles themselves were tiny markings, but easily could have painted an entire micro neighborhood in a coat of red. 

              Ginny slowly lowered herself down, keeping her body balanced as the fibers in her jeans around her ass audibly stretched for all the micros to hear.  Ginny gently poured the water without missing a drop and carefully placed down the food onto the marked locations.  She could see the micro people immediately swarming around the water and food, tiny cargo airplanes at the tips of her dark purple painted toes, she couldn’t help but feel wet as she stared down at the micros between her legs, the micros lucky she was wearing jeans at that moment as there could have been a sharp rise in temperature for the people below her, but Ginny remained composed, calm, and helpful. 

              She stood back up, giving another little playful wave to the camera as she turned and walked around the edge of the room and out of the view of the camera.  She opened the door and closed it, faking the door shutting as if she really left the room, but no, she remained inside, scooting alongside the wall carefully and “accidentally” unplugging the baby monitor with a quick swipe of her toes at the electrical cord. 

               Ginny breathed a sigh of relief, already knowing the excuse that she was going to tell Kristen about why the camera feed disconnected if it was even brought up in conversation, but now, it was time for Ginny to get the fulfillment she was yearning for. 

In her head, Ginny could no longer be satisfied by her husband, he wasn’t a very tender or romantic man, but he was nice and caring enough, but the bedroom had been dead, the love was fading, and Ginny’s desires were put on hold.  Ginny was living in a world of complacency with the passionless marriage, happy enough that she was in a stable relationship that had zero drama and great financial security, that was until she saw the video of thousands of men and women all bowing down on their knees to her gigantic body. 

              Ginny felt free now that the camera was off, she took a few steps forward, not wanting to cause any direct damage, that wasn’t who she was.  She didn’t like the idea of killing these people she could barely see, but she wanted them to see her, to praise her, to bow down to the sight of her body alone, desiring instant gratification for simply existing after having such an ostracized childhood.  Fighting for constant attention from her parents, from teachers, from fake friends, but no longer, millions of people now gazed upon her, and they didn’t have a voice loud enough to shun her away. 

She stepped over a smaller city, letting them see the entire underside of her soft sole and toes as it slowly hovered above them, her titanic footfall shaking everything as she tried her best to softly plant her feet on the open spaces between landscapes, knowing those quakes must have been terribly brutal for the tiny people regardless of where exactly she stepped.      

              Stepping back up to the middle city where the food and water had just been dispensed as she squatted down with a smile, her toes just barely on the outskirts of the bustling micro metropolis.  Brushing her hair back a bit behind her ears, dangling her earing as she looked down at all the intricacies of the city, watching as hundreds of thousands of little specks travelled up and down the streets amongst the crystalline buildings and out into the suburbs.    

Placing her hands inside of her thighs as she admired the glow of her watch for a brief second before turning her attention back down towards all the micros near her bare feet.  She observed the little construction workers all around her working on the ever-expanding sidewalk looking platforms, Ginny proud of her idea coming to fruition, smiling wide with intense curiosity and open eyes.    

              Comfortable and confident that she wasn’t going to get caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to, couldn’t help but begin to address the little people at her feet, clearing her throat, “Hello!” Ginny loudly whispered, looking all around her with a wide smile, she felt giddy, aroused, and excited all at the same time.  “Listen, I need you all to do me a huge favor” Ginny spoke, trying her best not to lick her lips or flutter her eyes, only getting wetter between her legs as she spoke to the voiceless tinies.  “I need you all to not tell Kristen about anything I do in here… if you can help me, then I will make our little secret worth your while, okay?” Ginny said with a harmless grin, of course, she didn’t even know what that ‘worth-while’ was yet, but she was telling the truth, she truly did want to help the micros in some way, that was part of her fantasy, to have a million thankful people all looking up at her, but she needed to take care of herself first. 

              Ginny hesitated for a moment, not knowing how or if the micros were already messaging Kristen or not, wanting to trust them regardless, only hesitating more at the thought of ruining the entire friendship in her mind, what it would look like to not have Kristen as a friend anymore because she was too horny to function normally for just a few minutes and walk away from the impeding sexual thoughts flooding her mind and body.  Looking down towards the micro city beneath her crotch with a confused look on her face for a few moments in thought. 

She shook her head and went for her goal despite the pause, not wanting to deny herself of the fantasy she had been building in her head for months while lying in bed next to her oblivious husband.  She blinked her eyes a few times and focused on the sound.  The buzzing and noises of all the micros around her was a sensational burst of excitement, she was so aroused that they were moving around her feet and all around the room, imagining in her head how thankful the millions of micros were to her for simply dropping of some water and food, her panties under her pussy were nearly dripping behind her tight jeans.   

              Ginny watched from above as the first cargo plane full of supplies took off from a small runway towards the opposite corner of the room, but there were dozens more planes all lined up near the runway.  Ginny breathing softly from her mouth, wanted to see.  Carefully reaching down and pinching up a quarter inch plane between her index finger and thumb, bringing it up to her face as she noticed that a broken wing had fallen off and crashed into the palm of her hand.  The plane was sparking a bit as Ginny tried to hold it as gently as possible, not even knowing if anyone was inside the plane or not. 

              Something about delicately pinching the jumbo plane between her fingers drove her overboard, Ginny softly moaned as her smile dropped, her face turning to a lusting look, not being able to hold it in.  Her eyes fluttering that she had something so tiny between her fingers, something that in her real life was massive in comparison to her own self.  Replaying that video of those men and women bowing to her body in her head.  She stared at the little plane as the other wing fell off and crumpled on the empty floor between her toes, a wet spot forming between her legs through her jeans, darkening the lighter colored denim for everyone below her to look up and see hovering almost over downtown.   

              Ginny stood up, transferring the remnants of the plane to the palm of her hand as she tiptoed gently over a few more cities towards Kristen’s black and gold chair.  Turning and sitting down, Ginny not even noticing that the city she had once stepped on was completely gone, wiped away, unaware that Kristen had finished what Ginny had accidentally started.

 Ginny using her free hand, started to unbutton her jeans, unzipping them and wiggling them halfway down her hips, pulling her panties down next as she bounced her hips up and down to get them to slide out from under her ass, not caring that the surface of the leather cushion was a little cold as her skin compressed into the padded comfort, wiggling back into the chair as she stretched her legs outward, keeping her soles and toes on the floor. 

              From the view of the floor, people couldn’t really see that Ginny had her pussy exposed, her lips blocked by her jeans ruffled at her knees and thighs, her bare feet on the floor next to the two cities at the base of Kristen’s chair, Ginny curling her toes right next to both of their outskirts.  Those in the twin cities could only scream in fear as they had nothing to look at expect the towering lower half of the giantess’ legs curling over the chair and her massive soles and toes nearing their neighborhoods, her toes wriggling over and over again.  They could start to hear her moans grow a little more frequent and a bit louder along with a distinct, wet, and sloshing sound as her free hand was in between her legs, moving all around. 

              Ginny started to gently rub herself, overcome with lust and desire as she closed her eyes and moaned softly, opening her eyes every few seconds to stare at the palm of her hand and the tiny plane stuck within the middle wrinkle of her left palm.  She held the plane level as she rubbed her clit in front of millions of people, her hips wiggling side to side as her jeans slightly folded down, exposing her slightly hairy pussy to a few cities with more direct views from the sides of the room including Crest.   

              Moaning quietly and as gently as she possible could, cum already dripping down her lips and onto the leather of the chair as she had never felt so aroused before, wincing her eyes shut as the pleasure was unreal, warm, tingling up her body, curling her toes back and forth as she moaned a little louder uncontrollably.  Opening her eyes to see something unexpected.  A dozen little dots had exited the plane and were now on her bare skin on her palm next to the plane wreckage. 

              She had living, breathing micros in her hand, thinking she had only grabbed an empty plane.  The buildup in her pussy was too much though, she couldn’t stop rubbing around her clit or shoving her fingers into her pussy as it gushed with wetness.  “On your knees… do it, please, oh my fu-!  Mmm..” Ginny loudly whispered before moaning, commanding the tiny dots on her hand to obey, but she couldn’t see if they followed her command or not, they were too small, but the thought alone of Ginny telling real micros to bow down to her sent her over the edge.  Her body started to tremble as she moaned loudly, nearly shouting out her sexual ecstasy. 

              Ginny couldn’t take it; she needed her other hand.  She pulled out her right hand from her pussy and gripped onto the armrest next to her, lifting herself upward, her legs spread out as she curled her toes again next to the two cities at her bare feet and for the rest of the room to see.  Rearing her pussy and hips upward as she lowered her left hand down to the radiating warmth and heated wetness.  Cupping her left palm, she rubbed the micros and the plane into the wet lips of her pussy, her back and hips rearing up and down as she moaned softly and carefully, she could barely feel them, they were almost too small except for a light feeling of a few specks as she plunged them along with her fingers deep inside her pussy, but that didn’t matter, the buildup peaked at that slightest tingle. 

              Ginny breathed outward heavily as she reared her head back, moaning one last time as she finished.  Slumping into the chair with a smile, a little out of breath as her body felt jittery and electrified.  “Ahh…” she groaned a bit as she slid her fingers out of her pussy and onto her lap.  Ginny couldn’t help but feel sated, the thoughts, the fantasies in her head for two months, finally fulfilled, and it was worth it, it was the best she had ever felt in that moment, even the most passionate times she had with her husband didn’t compare to the orgasm she had just given herself with the small help of a dozen micros and their cargo plane. 

              After a few moments lost in a comforting warmth and bliss, Ginny finally opened her eyes, her breathing calmed as she lifted up her hand, her fingers covered with drying cum, noticing a few red smears up and down her porcelain fingers.  Ginny not realizing that it was blood, for a split-second thinking she was on her period.  Ginny buttoned her jeans back on after sliding up her wet panties.

              Ginny’s eyes widening as she stood up, looking down to see the seat of the leather chair was covered in some of her cum.  Ginny excused herself from the room, returning with some paper towels to dab off the remnants of her wetness.  Exiting the room after throwing away the damp towel.  Her legs were still a little shaky from the orgasm before she entered the guest bathroom, sitting down on the toilet to relieve herself.  Ginny started to piss, everything sounding normal as her piss trickled out along with a few drippings of cum until she heard a distinct tiny plop, looking down between her legs in the bowl of the toilet to see a destroyed half of the micro plane floating in the pale-yellow water. 

              The plane had fallen out of her labia, now being tossed and ripped apart by the current of her yellow stream, the plane breaking into smaller pieces as Ginny looked upward, not wanting to see what she had done, feeling some shame, yet still enamored with satisfaction.  Ginny dabbing out her panties of any excess cum before flushing the toilet and washing herself up in the sink, making sure she was back to being presentable so that she could introduce herself to Kristen’s sister, double checking that the wet spot between her legs was disappearing. 

              Ginny going back in the room, scooting around the wall, and plugging the camera back online, angling it perfectly back to its original position before sneaking out of the door, out of view of the camera as if nothing happened.  Ginny immediately going to check on Madelyn.  Ginny smiling as she saw Madelyn slowly waking up in the crib until a stray thought caught her mind, Ginny realized that the micros that were in the palm of her hand never ended up in the toilet underneath her, that those red smears on her fingers were from those people dying inside of her pussy instead. 

              Ginny’s mind spinning out, thoughts pulling her in all directions, but one thought was disturbing her the most.  The fact that she didn’t care about a few micros dying inside of her while she finished herself off, that her pleasure was worth more than just a few faceless lives she couldn’t have seen anyway.  Like all the emotions and guilt she felt while crying next to Kristen on her couch vanished in an instant, it was scary, like she didn’t care this time she had killed people, it was only a few anyway…right?  Stepping on them was different, it was deliberately killing them, but this… made Ginny’s heartbeat thump.

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Leslie – 32 

Boston, Massachusetts, USA

              Leslie was dropped off by one of her girlfriends at the busy airport.  Rolling in her two bags to be checked in at the counter.  Leslie was a pleasant enough person, an eccentric charmer in fact… as long as there were no problems, but of course, the older attendant at the major airline’s desk couldn’t read Leslie’s ticket right away, after a few incorrect scans into the terminal, Leslie started to grow a little inpatient, “Oh my god, I’ll scan it myself” Leslie scoffed, nearly reaching over the counter before the older attendant got it on the fifth try with a chime.    

              She waited at her gate, purchasing a first-class ticket and priority boarding so she didn’t have to wait a second longer than necessary, her headphones in so she didn’t have to talk to anyone, coffee in one hand and phone with her work email opened in the other, business as usual.  Leslie was always on the go, keen to the girl boss lifestyle she had built for herself, always checking her emails, constantly getting calls from clients. 

She was 4 years older than her younger sister, but she loved her little sister, they rarely fought growing up, even as teenagers, the strong women in their family always holding one another in high regard.  ‘Little’ sister was a stretch too, Leslie was only 5’2” as opposed to Kristen who was several inches taller, but Leslie was feisty, and she loved the ‘don’t fuck with me’ attitude she had. 

Leslie was highly successful too, getting lucky at a tech start up in D.C. after college and making a ton of money before being promoted to a chief within her company at corporate, earning her a move to Boston.  Building a life of luxury around herself but was nowhere near being a millionaire.  She fostered a sense of independence, never really dating anyone, proudly proclaiming that she never needed a man in her life, in fact, rather hating men with severe contempt.  Leslie chose to only hire women from her position of power when she could get away with it. 

She always had Kristen’s back too, she always had her friend’s backs, anyone that she trusted, anyone who deserved to call her a friend found that Leslie was loyal, supportive, and they would find themselves well taken care of.  That’s all she wanted, a close group of people she could spoil as long as they were loyal back to her. 

But with mom and dad no longer in the picture, Kristen was really the only close family that Leslie still had, and since Leslie didn’t want a family of her own, Madelyn was the closest thing she had to a daughter as well.  Spoiling her by sending her constant gifts and supplies, Kristen barely even needing to buy anything for her own daughter. 

“Hey!!” Kristen shouted.

“Oh my god!!” Leslie shouted back.  Leslie letting go of her bags as quickstepping up to Kristen.  The pair embracing tightly before Kristen helped Leslie put her oversized fancy luggage into the back of the car.  The two driving out of the airport into the insufferable traffic surrounding Lakeside all the way back to Kristen’s house, but it gave them plenty of time to talk and catch up. 

“The traffic in this city is fucking terrible” Leslie said, scoffing as she looked out of the window. 

“It’s the same as it is in Boston, you’re just two hours ahead” Kristen replied with some snark. 

“No, it’s not, we have actual public transportation there… it could be a lot worse” Leslie responded. 

“I’ve never been, I wouldn’t have thought” Kristen said as she the car crept and stopped, crept and stopped.    

“You really should come visit sometime” Leslie suggested. 

“Maybe when Maddy is old enough” Kristen replied.   

“Speaking of Maddy, where is she?” Leslie asked.

“My friend is watching her” Kristen said.

“What friend?” Leslie asked, turning her attention over to Kristen in the driver seat.   

“Ginny!  You’ve probably seen a few pictures of us together when we’ve gone out, I’ve put a few on my socials” Kristen said.

“The tall Asian girl?” Leslie questioned. 

“Yeah!  She’s nice, you’ll like her!” Kristen chirped.

“Can she handle being roasted?” Leslie asked as she flipped down the makeup mirror on the sunshade, checking her appearance to make sure it was perfect.   

“No… I wouldn’t try it, she’s too sweet for that” Kristen said. 

“Aww… boo…” Leslie groaned with disappointment.

“Please be nice, I care about her” Kristen said, stressing her voice. 

“Fine…I’ll try” Leslie reluctantly agreed. 

Kristen helped Leslie with the luggage, carrying it out of the back of the car as they entered the house.  “Hey were back!”  Kristen shouted.  The sister pair coming around the corner of the kitchen and into the living room.  Maddy playing in her pen while Ginny stood up with a wide smile from the couch.  “Les, this is Ginny, Ginny, Leslie” Kristen said, introducing the pair of strangers. 

Ginny immediately extending her hand out noticing how firm Leslie’s grip was, surprised that the short woman has such a tough grasp.  “Nice to meet you!”  Leslie responded.  Kristen was a bit tense, standing behind the two as they exchanged a few pleasantries, but Leslie was acting nice instead of going straight for a roast to test Ginny.  “And who is this?!” Leslie sarcastically shouted.  Reaching into the play pen to pick up a giggling Madelyn.  The two cuddling a bit on the couch as the three women all chatted amongst one another. 

The conversations were simple.  Ginny asking Leslie about work and visa vera, Ginny noticing how similar Kristen and Leslie looked apart from Kristen being taller and a little curvier than the more mousy and fit Leslie.  Ginny excusing herself after about an hour to go home and get back to work, Ginny slipping on her black thong sandals at the door before waving bye.  “She seems alright, decent fashion sense too” Leslie said, giving a subtle nod of approval of Ginny to Kristen which made Kristen feel good.  “So, what’s for dinner?” Leslie asked. 

“I have some veggie pasta that I was going to make us” Kristen said as she stood up.

“Pff… no thanks, I heard Lakeside is famous for its tacos, now let’s go” Leslie urged. 

“But Ginny just left, who’s gonna watch Maddy?” Kristen asked. 

“Just bring her along, isn’t that right!” Leslie suggested with playful babytalk, holding Maddy up to her face and sticking her tongue out. 

“What if she starts crying or something?  I get paranoid about that” Kristen admitted. 

“Then be a boss mom, I remember when mom and grandma Ingrid would have to shut your ass up at the diner every time we went” Leslie said with a little laugh. 

“Ugh… fine…” Kristen reluctantly agreed with an eyeroll.   

The sister pair along with a saddled up Maddy drove to one of the more famous taco restaurants in the city.  Kristen a little tense, not used to taking Maddy out in public, was watching her with a keen eye while Leslie chatted away and had a few strong cocktails to celebrate her visit.  Leslie getting a little tipsy, confident that even at her small frame, that she could handle her liquor, and she could for the most part, but the bartender pouring the top shelf tequila had a heavy hand. 

Madelyn didn’t make a peep, only giggling and laughing while staring at other people helping Kristen relax.  Kristen scarfing down her tacos in response as she almost licked her fingers clean.  Leslie happily paying for the meal and drinks before the two returned home.  Leslie played with Madelyn while Kristen watched until it was time for Madelyn to get put down for bed.  Leslie electing to read a story while Kristen smiled at how great of an aunt Leslie was in those moments before Maddy drifted off to sleep. 

“So!  Let’s see your house, I haven’t been back since it was all plain and gross, not to mention the stench of your ex was still in the air.  I loved Madelyn’s room by the way, very nice pink you picked out” Leslie said as Kristen smiled.    

“Uh, sure!” Kristen agreed.  Kristen walked Leslie across the hallway into the master bedroom.  Leslie noticing the jewelry box that their mom gave her.  Leslie critiquing other parts of Kristen’s taste in décor. 

“Too much grey and white, you need a pop of color” Leslie said as Kristen rolled her eyes at her high maintenance sister. 

“Well, I like it so…” Kristen replied.  The tour continued upstairs, into the guest bedroom where Leslie would be sleeping and then downstairs, Kristen showing the kitchen and living room before she plopped down on the couch, “so… what trash tv show are we watching tonight?” Kristen said, Leslie looking around confused, thankfully not tipsy anymore, but very relaxed. 

“Uh… what about your office and art room?” Leslie questioned. 

“Oh, I don’t use those…” Kristen dismissed.

“I can tell when you’re lying, you always have that tongue bite thing you do” Leslie said as Kristen sighed and immediately retreated her tongue back into her mouth. 

“No, really… I’m doing some remodeling in there, it’s just a bunch of crap lying around and half painted walls” Kristen dismissively said. 

“I can’t sit in that fucking chair that I bought you for your 27th birthday?” Leslie asked with some sarcasm, Kristen growing somewhat nervous about how pushy Leslie was becoming.

“Let’s just watch shows!” Kristen suggested, trying to brush away the suspicion, but Leslie wasn’t buying into the lie.  Leslie immediately started marching down the hallway to the two back rooms with a big grin on her face trying to tease Kristen in a big sister way.  Kristen up and out of her couch right behind her, “wait… I’m telling you they’re both being remodeled, it’s just a bunch of drywalls, Les!” Kristen pleaded.  Feeling somewhat relieved though as she knew that both rooms were locked. 

“I want to see if you’re doing it right, you never paid attention when dad showed us how to build things” Leslie said in all of her wisdom, always wanted things done her way at work and in her life. 

“Ugh…” Kristen groaned.  Leslie approaching the city room, Leslie twisting the knob as Kristen’s veins turned ice cold, the door opened, Ginny must have forgotten to lock the fucking door!  Kristen was in shock, her heart racing after it had dropped into her stomach.  Kristen watched as Leslie took a step inside.  Kristen rushing in after her.  The lights were on as Kristen had programmed them to dim off when she went to bed, leaving the natural light of the windows to be the light for the micros. 

Leslie and Kristen now both inside the room with the door at their backs as Kristen had no idea what to say.  “This doesn’t look like you’re remodeling anything, you liar” Leslie teased with a chuckle.  Kristen still speechless, “what’s with the secrets?  Wait, what is all this shit?” Leslie callously asked as she looked towards the floor.   

“Uh… it’s… it’s my art” Kristen sheepishly said, remembering that Ginny had thought the same thing, hoping the idea would work with Leslie. 

“I’ve known you my whole life, this isn’t your art, what is this?” Leslie asked in a more demanding tone.  The petite woman taking a step up to the closest city twinkling with lights up and down their little streets.  Leslie’s first immediate action was to raise her pink sock covered foot over the metropolis and smash it down, but before Leslie could lower her small foot into the million micro people occupied city, Kristen reached out just in time.  Immediately, Leslie and Kristen could hear the buzzing of tiny squeaky screams even if Leslie didn’t know what the noise was. 

Kristen grabbed onto Leslie’s leg, stopping her from stomping on an entire city.  “No. no. no. don’t do that!” Kristen shouted.  Leslie scoffed, lowering her brow and pushed off Kristen, but it worked, Leslie placed her other sock covered foot down next to the other.  Leslie placing her hands on her hips, looking up towards her taller, younger sister. 

“What?!” Leslie shouted back.  Kristen didn’t have time, swallowing her nerves down and gripping onto Leslie’s shoulders. 

“Come on” Kristen said.  She guided Leslie out of the room and shut the door behind her, but with a bit of resistance, the sisters sitting on the couch. 

              “What the fuck was that about?  Nice to see you too, welcome to my home, Leslie, oh thank you very much big sis…” Leslie annoyingly berated Kristen as she hmphed and scoffed, not used to being tugged around like that. 

              “God dammit, why couldn’t you have just minded your own business” Kristen said, obviously frustrated. 

              “Don’t you dare start!” Leslie immediately yelled back.  Kristen taken aback, she was never used to standing up to Leslie, mostly because she never had to, but hearing Leslie yell was a little shocking.  Miraculously, Madelyn stayed asleep after Kristen had checked the monitor on her phone. 

              “Good, Maddy is still sleeping…” Kristen said, but could tell Leslie was fuming with her unbridled anger. 

              “You going to tell me what the fuck is going on or should I catch a flight back to Boston tonight?” Leslie said, Kristen’s eyes lowering towards the floor, taking a deep breath.

              “Remember when I asked you that dumb question about what you would do if you ruled over tiny people?” Kristen asked, Leslie silently nodding, her hands crossed angrily over her chest as she stared down Kristen with intense eyes.  “Well, it’s real… what you saw in there were all my cities full of real living tiny people, and you almost just stepped on one” Kristen said. 

              “Shut the fuck up…” Leslie responded, dismissively waving her hand and rolling her eyes.  Kristen reared up from the couch, twiddling her hands for a moment, contemplating what to say. 

              “Les…I’m telling you the truth, you almost squished like a million tiny real people” Kristen said, nervously twirling her fingers through her long hair, but her tone serious. 

              “You’ve lost your mind, I always knew this day would come… time to called child services, I’ll take care of Madelyn, don’t worry” Leslie said, half joking, half serious. 

              “Leslie…” Kristen said, reaching over, firmly placing her hand onto Leslie’s leg, “I swear on our parent’s graves…” Kristen whispered, staring into Leslie’s eyes with serious intent.  Kristen could see right away the anger melt from Leslie’s eyes, looking more nervous and worried than anything, something Leslie wasn’t quite used to expressing, but she had her vulnerable and exploitive moments.  Leslie turning away in almost a sadness.

              “You’re not kidding, are you?” Leslie asked. 

              “No… The night I gave birth to Madelyn, they showed up, millions of them… they all live in those little towns you saw…” Kristen said. 

              “How?” Leslie anxiously asked.

              “I still don’t know…they don’t either” Kristen said.  Leslie stood up from off the couch, shuffling upstairs with Kristen following behind.  “What’s up?  Where are you going?” Kristen asked, confused, wondering if invoking their parents’ death was too serious of a thing to do. 

              “I’m going to bed, it’s been a long day… tomorrow, I’ll help you with your little problem” Leslie said, the statement confusing Kristen. 

              “I don’t need help though, and they’re not a problem” Kristen said, shaking her head. 

              “Yes, you do, I know you” Leslie said with confidence as she started to unpack her suitcases atop the guest bed down the hall.  Leslie hopping into the shower while Kristen took it as an opportune time to lock the doors and hide the keys back into the jewelry box. 

              Kristen could barely get restful sleep that night, intensely worried about what Leslie’s help was going to look like, only able to imagine bad outcomes.  Kristen planned on confiding in her older sister though, and the only way she was going to be able to do that was to come out in the morning with the girl boss attitude that Leslie wants to see.  Maybe if Kristen could demonstrate that she had the rooms under total control then Leslie would feel confident to leave the “problem” alone and let Kristen deal with it, that was it, that was the plan Kristen could happily sleep with…