“Alright…” Her tired voice echoed in my head. She had helped carry or walk me up to my door. “Look, we got you home, girly.” She was so good about taking care of me, always being there. Honestly, why she stayed around was beyond me. I fumbled around with my keys, not wanting to take my arm off of her shoulder, but at the same time I couldn’t figure out which of the four swirling keys I was looking at was the real one. 
 
 “I can’t pick,” I slurred out, holding the set of keys up to my face, squinting at all of them as if they would stop spinning if I squinted hard enough. “Jus… leave me here. That’s where everyone else leaves me.” I dropped my keys as I pointed behind me; her eyes followed my arm toward the trash can. Truth be told, the day has probably been the worst I have ever had. When I got to my job, the contractor decided to cancel the project, so unceremoniously let go. Then I didn’t feel safe driving all the way home, deciding to instead rest at my boyfriend's place. We were at the point of having keys to each other's places; looking back, it was a dumb idea. I walked right into the living room, dropped the key and walked out, the sound of my ex-boyfriend falling to the ground as he sputtered an apology. My day was literally the worst it could be. 
 
 “Sandy, don’t say that, you’ll be…” She stopped talking, which caught my attention even in my drunk state. I would never admit it to her, but she had such a pretty voice. My head traced the natural curves of her body, my own artificial curves larger and perkier thanks to modern science, but something about her curves, I could feel a twitch in my tights before my vision went to her eyes, the deep brown that she hated, was something I loved. Of course, again, I would never tell her that part. I turned my head, following her line of sight to a letter on my door. I had to pull all the sober brain cells I had left to read the paper posted on my door.

“Emergency Closure, Dangerous Sources of Asbestos found on property.”
 
 The words sank into my head. I could tell she was saying something to me, but all I could hear was the trombone sound of parents talking in ‘Charlie Brown’ cartoons. I went silent, yet I didn’t shed a single tear. I hadn’t cried all day. I felt her start to rub my back, trying to comfort me, and all I could muster was a chuckle. It was soft at first, then louder. At a certain point, I passed from simple laughter to the manic laughter of a mad scientist in old movies. She just stood there with me, as I laughed into the darkness, letting out all my anger in my own way. At some point, I stopped laughing and started to let the world weigh me down, literally. I had started falling, and I could hear her struggling to hold me up. 

“Sandy, no, you can’t sleep here, not outside or inside your building.” She said, I could tell she was getting tired of me, I tried not to care, I didn’t want to drag her down with me either. 

“But m-my stuff?” I was still slurring my words, the alcohol in my system making it hard to speak. 
 
 “That’s a problem for… probably two days from now, Sandy, you need to come back home with me,” She said, hefting me back to my feet, half-dragging me away from my condemned home. 

“Yoush… wanna take me home, ‘ee Mommi,” She always said. I was more Latina when I drank tequila, and it was starting to show. I mustered up the strength to look her dead in the eyes. The few brain cells that weren’t soaked in alcohol screamed at me to not speak, while the others cheered me on. I turned to face her, my half-lidded green-blue eyes locking with her brown ones. With a deep breath, I said, “Like for real, Heidi, I would so be your little if you were a Mommy.” With a moment of silence, I finally lifted myself off Heidi’s shoulder, spinning on my heel before stumbling back toward her car, my slurring voice calling out behind me, “Yoush comin’ or wha?”
 
 Heidi stood in the light of my former home, confused for a moment, before looking right at the notice still hanging from the door, “Did she say she’d be my little? Was… I right?” The sound of me tumbling into the bumper of Heidi’s car snapped her attention back to me, as she jogged over, helping me stand up, and then back into her car. As I landed in the back seat of her car, the world went dark. The last feeling I had was Heidi buckling me in.

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As the early morning light filtered through, breaking through the shade, hitting my eyelids, the pain of overindulgence filled my whole being. I let out a groan, forgetting the final events of the night, and I rolled away from the sunlight, my face landing directly into a wonderfully warm and pleasantly squishy pillow. My arms lifted slowly, wrapping around the pillow. I didn’t remember buying a body pillow; they were always too small for me, but this one was like I could slide right into it. The feeling was almost like putting my arms around my boyfriend, but softer. I couldn’t really tell if I was moving or maybe the pillow was, but some part of it shifted, my body relaxed from head to toe, my jaw dropping open just the slightest bit. Something familiar but foreign, instinct took over, as I started to suck. Some part of me was rousing while another was imagining the water gatorade Heidi had given to me the night before.
 
 Heidi was so great to come get me from the bar, I was too drunk to drive home. I could remember that much. I felt the pillow slowly moving again, the part of my brain that was awake reminded me that pillows don’t move on their own, my eyes snapped open, the instant that information made it to the still sleeping part of my brain. With a pop, I pulled back, images from last night filtering back to me.

“Sweetie, if you’re hungry, you gotta keep going,” Heidi mumbled in her sleep, as her own sleeping body pulled me back in close. “Baby girls need their milk.” Her words came out as an understandable moan. By this point, I was wide awake, trying and failing to pull away from my friend. I hadn’t realized our difference in strength until right now, as with steady force, Heidi was able to pull me back in, my dumbfounded mouth, still hanging open, landing squarely over her nipple. I kept trying to move away, but at the same time, Heidi closed her arms around me, wrapping me up in a gentle hug, the pressure slowly erasing the anxiety within me. Once again, instinct took over, and I started sucking away. In her sleep, Heidi started letting out soft moans. I could imagine her biting her lip, trying to keep from being too loud, to not wake me up. 
 
 “Right there, little bit, Mommy is so proud of you.” I don’t know what it was about those words, but in that moment, as Heidi moaned them out, I closed my eyes and stopped resisting. I hadn’t been a great adult yesterday; I’m sure most people wouldn’t be proud of me the following day, Heidi most of all. I lost track of time, as I kept sucking away. At one point, I felt Heidi shifting my head, which I allowed. I started sucking her other breast, her moans continuing, until at some point, I felt Heidi’s arm moving, her finger lifting my chin, my lips separating from her nipple with a gentle pop, as my vision left her wondrous mountains and landed in her deep brown eyes. “How did my baby girl sleep?” Her words flitted into my ears, gentle and welcoming as a familiar song, reality fuzzy after the melodic sound of another woman moaning in pleasure for so long. 
 
 Her slowly growing smile slammed reality back into me, as I skittered back, stuttering, “Wh-wait n-no, I-i-it, it, cause I-i’m drunk? B-bu…” My voice hoarse and raspy as I tried explaining what had happened, the pain in my head from the hangover slowly pushing down my ability to function, as I let myself tilt back over, landing on my side, only able to watch as Heidi slowly broke out into a smiling laugh, one hand over her mouth, the other holding her breasts. It was as if I was watching a picture come to life, one I had imagined time and time again, only in this moment, it felt as if I was in a nightmare.

“Don’t worry Sandy,” Heidi said, sliding out of bed, taking a moment to let the bed fall off her body. She easily stood at six feet seven inches tall, even without her normal power heels. Her body was long and curvaceous, with a slim waist and wide hips, as she took a few steps, my eyes locked onto her well-toned butt. I had always been a little jealous of Heidi, but she earned the body she had, going to the gym every other day, working out to ensure her body was the form of the goddess she was. I tried my best, but transitioning never really gives you the body you dream of. The largest benefit of my transition had been the incredible three inches I shrank due to my hormone replacement therapy. I wasn't short by any means, now standing at a slightly impressive five feet 8 inches, but that still left me almost a full foot shorter than Heidi. 
 
 Compared to her natural curves, my implants were about the same size, though I had lost weight over the years, becoming healthier thanks to choosing to be happy rather than live life as someone I wasn’t. In the end, even as I was staring at a vision of feminine beauty, I wondered if yesterday was my reward for choosing my own happiness instead of the happiness of others around me. While I had been lost in my thoughts, Heidi had vanished into her bathroom, the sound of the shower bringing me back. I blushed as the images of what we had been doing were fresh in my head, I couldn’t help but mumble to myself, “Why did she call herself Mommy…?” 

 “Little one…?” Andy said, confused as to why the slightly shorter woman suddenly stopped. Anyone looking at the two would assume that they were a normal couple, the typical underdressed guy and the outlandishly dressed woman, but the truth was slightly different. Andy, for his part, stood at an impressive six feet five inches tall, with a build that was both inviting and comforting, a well-maintained beard styled close enough to a goatee that most would get confused by the difference, and warm eyes that, in the right light, appeared to be hazel. Like most men around, he wore a basic baseball cap, a t-shirt and jeans with a worn pair of tennis shoes.

“Hmm?” The response from the woman was half-hearted at best, as she barely gave a glance toward Andy. Impressively tall herself, standing at five feet 11 inches, she wore a very cutesy graphic t-shirt, with various capybaras decorating the monochromatic green fabric. Over it, she was wearing a forest green underbust pinafore-like set of skirtalls. Her legs were covered mostly by a pair of thigh-high socks in a bright green, matching the majority of her shirt, and on her feet were a pair of white and black tennis shoes that had definitely seen better days, the kind perfect for a low-key outing. Andy raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat, loud enough that the woman appeared to snap back to reality, spinning on her heels, causing her pinafore to flutter up, revealing to anyone looking the fact that her t-shirt was, in fact, a onesie, which seemed to bulge around her butt and crotch in a strange way.

“Sandy, what’s wrong?” Andy said, his voice a bit more stern as he spoke to the woman, who had clasped her hands behind her back, as she looked up at Andy.

“I can’t, Zen, Daddy…” Sandy whispered just loud enough for Andy to hear, but for other people to potentially miss. Her head lowered as she struggled not to turn away from Andy, the impulse to keep looking for whoever “Zen” was. Sandy raised her head after a moment, her eyes starting to water, as she felt her heart start to hurt from anxiety. Sandy’s will finally broke as she turned on her heel again, starting to walk away from Andy as she looked around the general area. Part of Andy wanted to scold Sandy; however, he thought better of it in the moment, knowing how important the stuffed Capybara was to Sandy. Thinking back, Andy recalled how Sandy had almost cried at the idea of not being allowed to take at least one of her “bestest” friends to the zoo before the pair had left home earlier that day. Andy decided that the worry of losing her stuffed animal was punishment enough for now.

After about five minutes of backtracking, Andy was about to put an end to the search when Sandy rushed forward, catching Andy off guard. Looking up, Andy watched as Sandy ran toward a woman, holding a stuffed capybara in her hands, looking confused.

“Um, excuse me…” Sandy said, her voice trailing off, realizing how odd she was about to appear to the woman she had just run up to. “Th-that’s my stuffie, I- um, I mean, stuffed animal.”

The woman raised an eyebrow, looking at Sandy, as a warm, yet intrigued smile grew on her face that went unnoticed by Sandy, at the same time was very instinctively noticed by Andy. As Sandy held out her hands, the woman glanced Sandy up and down, taking in as much of her as possible, before her smirk shifted to a look of skepticism. Pulling the stuffed animal just out of Sandy’s reach, the woman swiftly flipped the capybara around, holding up a special tag on the bottom. The tag caught Sandy’s eye, and her face started to turn a subtle shade of red before her arms started to lower. The woman passed Sandy, taking a few steps toward Andy with her original smirk returning, this time directed at Andy instead of Sandy.

The woman had skin slightly darker than Sandy’s, a shade most in the Rose City might refer to as Espresso, and even stood an easy four or five inches taller as well. She kept her hair in natural curls that impressively reached down to the middle of her back, which gave her hair of maturity that, when compared to Sandy's, one clearly had more than the other. Contrasting to Sandy’s mostly juvenile outfit, the woman wore an outfit that embraced her curves while maintaining a relaxed and down-to-earth look, or as Andy saw it, a simple pale grey t-shirt, and a pair of well-fitted jeans with sensible shoes.

“If this is hers, then that makes you Daddy?” The woman said with a smile as she approached Andy, her smile growing wider as she flicked the tag connected to the stuffed animal that read ‘If found, return to Daddy.’ Without needing to look past the woman, Andy knew that Sandy’s face was turning bright red. Maintaining his composure, Andy decided to have a little bit of fun in the moment, seeing the embarrassment on Sandy’s face.

Letting out a slight chuckle, Andy smiled back at the woman, “Um, yes, but please, call me Andrew.” Andy held out a hand, expecting the woman to be able to give him the stuffed animal. The woman instead paused for a moment, looking Andy up and down, subconsciously biting her bottom lip. The space between Andy and the woman seemed charged until a curious sound from Sandy’s stomach filled the air. The woman turned around, and Andy looked up directly at Sandy, who had one arm on her stomach, the other frozen in front of her. Andy and the woman smirked down at Sandy, who couldn’t find the will to pout or move, as she put all her energy into stopping anything in her body from moving.

“Hm, Andrew, do you think Sandy would like her stuffie back?” The woman said, looking into Sandy’s eyes, almost daring the other woman to step toward Andy and herself.

“Well, Sandy knows that she shouldn’t talk to strangers,” Andy replied, his smile growing wider as he watched a pleading stare bubbling just under the surface of Sandy’s face.

“Oh! Yes, that is true, okay little bit, my name is Ms. Marisol,” Marisol said, her smirk changing again to a warmer, kinder smile even as she turned her head slightly, looking over her shoulder toward Andy, “But grown-ups call me Mari.” The tone alone conveyed that Marisol understood the dynamic between Andy and Sandy. However, the phrasing cemented the fact in Sandy’s mind.

“What do you say, little one?” Andy was clearly playing into the situation, knowing full well that the phrase ‘little one’ pushed her toward little space. Sandy cautiously stepped forward, taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out.

“Th-thank you…” Sandy’s voice was barely above a whisper, which caused both Marisol and Andy to remain unmoved with an expectant glare. Sandy felt her face burn as she mentally pleaded with Andy, her Daddy, to let her slide with a simple thank you, even if she knew better. Clearing her throat, Sandy said only a bit louder, just enough for both grown-ups to hear, “Thank y-yous Ms.Marisol, for f-finding Zen.”

“You are very welcome, cutie. I’m sure little Zen here was very worried about you. Do you want to give him a hug?” Marisol held out the stuffed animal just far enough for Sandy to be able to reach it. Taking the stuffed animal into her arms, Sandy tightly held onto it, even as relief flooded her body, she couldn’t help but realize that she was standing in front of two grown-ups, who could easily tell that she was anything but. In her reunion with Zen, as the relief passed over her, Sandy’s world was at peace until the barely contained snickers of Andy and Marisol filled her ears. In the next moment, Sandy looked around, only just then realizing that she had to lift her head up even further to look at Andy and Marisol. The situation took far longer to crystallize in Sandy’s head than it should have, as Sandy realized she was standing just slightly off, her knees bent, and padded posterior pushed back, as she was not only feeling relief from finding Zen, but she was also relieving herself in front of Andy and Marisol. 

“Oh, baby girl…” Marisol whispered as she helped Sandy back to a full standing position, still clutching Zen in her arms, only now Sandy’s face was buried into the back of the stuffed animal's head, as she felt a wave of fiery hot embarrassment engulf her entire body. Andy half expected Sandy to try and deny her baby girl status, as she had a habit of doing any time he would refer to her as one, even while standing in a well-used diaper. In this moment, Andy realized his little girl had truly lost control in a space where she wasn’t ready to lose control. Marisol, for her part, understood just the same as Andy and was slightly faster on the uptake, pulling Sandy into her arms and embracing her tightly. Marisol and Sandy stood still for a moment, as the embarrassment passed. Sandy pulled away from Marisol, her eyes only slightly watered, but no signs of actual tears on the little’s face. With a smile, Marisol nodded her head, “Now that’s a big girl I see.”