This choice: Michelle Sterling: Long black hair, brown eyes. A caring woman, misses her kids • Go Back...Chapter #6Michelle by: Ty975   Compassionate brown eyes poured over the small girl, settled beautifully among an elegant, motherly face framed by wavy black hair. Her lips were parted, but the frown she wore showed concern for what she was seeing, "Are you okay? I didn't see many air holes in the box."
Sara was mute, terrified to even speak to any giant since she'd been reduced. Her trembling naked form curled in on itself in the center of the woman's palm. Her buyer saw this, and pouted at such a pitiful sight, "I'm sorry. I didn't want to scare you. I was just... excited.... here."
The platform holding Sara swung around, knocking her onto her back and eliciting another cry from her. The woman was walking somewhere with her, and lowered her hand on reaching her destination. Sara dared to peak at where they'd went, and she saw the hand level with a coffee table of some kind. She was hesitant to move, but a nudge from the hand gave her the encouragement to crawl across the warm, slightly sweaty palm. At the edge, it took a small hop for Sara to clear the edge of the hand to the table, and she fall on her front when failing on the landing.
"Oh! I'm sorry! I should've pressed into the side more," the woman hastily responded, shame in her voice over the girls unfortunate dexterity. The small redhead pulled herself back upright, facing her captor once more. Still not a word to the giantess, though she'd knelt down next to the table to bring her face closer. It should've been a comforting balance of elevation, but the proximity of the woman's face only stressed Sara more.
"Uh... do you have a name sweetie?" The voice blew over her like a warm ocean breeze, fluttering her disheveled red hair. "I'm Michelle. I, uh, I'm your new mother, if that's alright?"
The words were confusing. Sara had prepared herself for the best case scenario she'd heard of before shrinking: becoming some pet or toy. This was different. This Michelle was speaking kindly, and was offering to be her... mom?
Her expectations going askew gave her the will to speak up, "I'm Sara... what do you mean?"
"Oh~..." Michelle cooed hearing the tiny girl's voice, another warm wind swirling around the redhead, "That's a pretty name. How are you Sara?"
The girl looked inquisitively at the older woman. She couldn't have been older than forty, but some choice wrinkles complicated the matter of identifying how old she was, "I'm scared... but fine."
Michelle's small smile turned into one of pity, trying to empathize with her charge's condition, "I'm sure you are. Must've been horrible what they did with you."
"I-I think I'm okay," with the platform to actually speak and be heard, she only had questions on her mind, "What do you mean you're my new mom?"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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