You chose the upper level of the affected seating area, which put you and your fellow affected close to the ceiling. Ordering a cup of coffee from the affected barista, you grabbed a table that put you directly above where Aiden and his date would be sitting. Pulling out your phone, you saw that Tiny Travels wasn't too busy this time of day and the soonest ride you could get would be in 5 mins. You held off on reserving a ride though. You wanted to see this mystery girl that Aiden was crushing on. Jenna and Piper would likely grill you for every detail they could about her.
You wondered how long it would take until the mystery woman arrived when the bell rang over the coffee shop entrance and an unaffected college student walked in.
Her appearance brought to mind the "farmer's daughter" archetype. She had golden hair styled into two braids that ended past her neck, big bright blue eyes and tanned skin likely earned from many hours outdoors. She wore a red and black short-sleeve flannel shirt that she'd turned into a twist top, allowing her to show off her strong arms and the swell of an incredibly generous bust. A pair of Daisy Dukes showed off a large but toned behind and powerful looking legs that ended at a pair of brown leather boots. The woman wasn't quite at Selena's ratio of muscle-to-curves, but you didn't doubt she'd reach it someday.
The girl looked familiar to you. You didn't know her name but you were positive she was one of Riley's soccer teammates. You idly wondered if Aiden had met her at one of Riley's matches, but that pondering was interrupted when the girl's gaze fell on Aiden and a dark glint appeared in her bright blue eyes.
One moment it was there, the next it was gone in the literal blink of an eye. It had happened so fast that you almost swore you imagined it... almost.
You watched as the girl approached Aiden with a seemingly sincere smile.
"Hey there, sugar," the girl said with a Southern twang, taking a seat and leaning forward.
"H-h-hi, Jezebel," Aiden said, blushing furiously, trying desperately hard not to stare at Jezebel's cleavage as it now loomed over him. "Y-y-you look good!"
"You don't look so bad yourself, sug," Jezebel said giving him a wink.
You, meanwhile, listened in to the conversation between the two, straining your ears to catch every word as you drank your coffee. Maybe you were being paranoid and overprotective. Maybe that glint in Jezebel's eyes when she saw Aiden had meant nothing. But it had reminded you of someone, and you weren't about to take any chances. Putting your phone away, you decided to postpone your ride until you found out more about this Jezebel.
Jezebel Sawyer watched Aiden as he blushed and stumbled over his words. It was utterly adorable how flustered he was! Clearly he was unused to speaking to an unaffected woman like herself. She could tell just from a few minutes interacting with the little cutie that he saw himself as inferior to her.
Which means he's already on the right track, Jezebel thought, smiling to herself.
Before meeting Aiden, she'd been worried that the tiny man would be confident, assertive and view himself as her equal. Not that she could've blamed him if he had held such wrongheaded views. After all, Aiden had been raised by that horrible witch Jenna Jacobs, the founder of the Fair Tiny Treatment Foundation. Jezebel truly didn't understand how a woman could be so monstrously cruel towards tinies. Brainwashing the poor things into believing they were actually real people who'd just happened to be born in small, squishy bodies? Into thinking they deserved the same rights as normal people?! It was cruelty beyond imagining to give tinies such false hope! And Jenna Jacobs forcing her son to live his life as a normal person just because she wanted to pretend she was raising a real boy was the peak of selfishness!
Or maybe Jenna Jacobs wasn't a monster. Maybe she was simply insane. A deluded woman projecting her own myopic feelings and desires onto tinies without any regard to tinies' actual wants, needs and biological imperatives! Tinies simply couldn't function like normal people. They needed to be squished, needed to be shaped, needed to be used! It was the only way they could ever truly be happy. Jezebel had learned all about it long ago when she read the autobiography of her personal hero and the greatest tiny rights activist to ever live, Amy Baker! Even years later, the ending of the book brought tears of happiness to Jezebel's eyes, just like the tears of joy Thomas Swift had shed when he became the first ever tiny to be issued a usage license and became Amy Baker's forever thong. Even the blow that terrorist Quinn Wallace struck to the CTC hadn't been able to reverse that victory, or the victory of usage licenses in general.
And Jezebel Sawyer was determined to give Aiden Jacobs the same lifetime of happiness that Amy Baker was giving Thomas Swift.
Luckily it seemed Jenna's brainwashing hadn't taken hold completely. Aiden was shy and submissive and oh so malleable that it was a battle just for Jezebel to keep her hands off him. But she fought the urge and maintained her self-control. She wanted to ease Aiden into his new role in life, not spring it on him all at once. That kind of forwardness was exactly why Jezebel had been determined to get Aiden to herself before Ivy Green or any of the other members of Omega Gamma Phi did. As much as Jezebel loved her sorority and the sisters she'd found a place with, many of them pounced on tinies like cats cornering a juicy mouse. But Jezebel had her own methods. She was determined to convince Aiden to accept his rightful place as her property of his own freewill by showing him all the fun he could have being used by her!
The only difficult part was pretending Aiden was her equal. A humiliating but necessary first step. So Jezebel answered his questions about her background, about living in a rural area on her single mother's farm with her two older sisters. She told the truth that there weren't many tinies in her hometown, but kept the secret that about half of the tinies that did live in her town had ended up brought home by her mom and sisters. She also told the truth that her family wasn't very well-off and that a lot of her clothes and toys were hand-me-downs, but also decided to keep the secret that said "hand-me-downs" were tinies doused in Full Length. About the only thing Jezebel could be completely honest in was admitting her mom and older sisters had worked to pay for Jezebel's schooling and pay for her to go to the college of her choice. And even then she'd almost slipped by saying the name of the sorority she belonged to.
After an hour of inane chatter and playful flirting which resulted in Aiden turning the most adorable shade of red, Jezebel knew it was time for Step 2.
You finished your second cup of coffee at the same time an alert came through on your phone notifying your Tiny Travels ride had arrived. After 45 mins of covertly listening in, you felt like a complete fool for snooping on your nephew's date. Whatever look you thought you saw in Jezebel's eyes, it was clearly nothing to worry about. Aiden's crush seemed like a perfectly nice, perfectly ordinary girl who had no ill-intentions towards your nephew whatsoever.
You were just getting up to leave when you heard her speak.
"So, sug, what do you say we take this date to the mall?"
"The mall?" Aiden asked nervously, having never been there before without one of his watchful giantess guardians escorting him.
"Yeah, I've been saving up for some new clothes. You know, the usual. New shirts, new socks, new lingerie," she added playfully, causing Aiden to blush furiously. "Since we're going to be together from now on, I want to make sure my little man matches my new wardrobe."
And there it was! The red flag you'd been waiting for. You'd compiled a list of warning signs for dating unaffected that you'd hoped to impart to Aiden before his crush had crashed your meetup. The first warning was to immediately turn down and get away from any unaffected who asked you to sign something. Even something as innocuous as a survey or a petition could be used to duplicate an affected's signature for a usage license. The second was to avoid any unaffected who got handsy without an affected's consent. That warning you didn't think you'd have to worry about in The Holly Grounds at least.
The third warning sign was to avoid any unaffected whose words had an ominous double meaning. Like, "I'd love to have you for lunch." You weren't sure why some unaffected telegraphed their plans like this, but Jezebel's stated intention to have Aiden "match her new wardrobe" definitely checked the box and reignited all your original worries. As much as you'd tried to deny it, tried to give Jezebel a fair chance, the look in her eyes when she saw Aiden reminded you dangerously of the looks your old tiny sitter, Rika Inoue, had used to give you. A look that said, "I won't rest until I own you."
You needed to warn Aiden before it was too late!
But from where you were sitting, it already looked too late as Jezebel was getting up from her seat. You looked over the railing of the affected seating area. From where you were right now, it looked like a straight shot down to Jezebel's open purse!
You didn't think, just acted as you leapt over the railing!
Where do you land?
1) You land in Jezebel's open purse unnoticed.
2) Jezebel moves and you fall straight down her cleavage unnoticed.
3) You overshot your jump and land on the floor, only to be stepped on by Jezebel and stuck to the bottom of her boot as she heads to the mall with Aiden.
4) You overshot your jump and landed in her nearly empty mug of coffee, only for Jezebel to drink you along with the last of her coffee before leaving with Aiden.
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