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🕑 Added 2022-12-27 22:10:01 +0000 UTCChapter 4.1.2.2.2 - He talks to her about relationships.
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Tim decided that he needed to talk to her about relationships. He just had know what her interest was in him.
“Hey, Faith,” he asked her as they walked down the sidewalk together. “Mind if I ask you a question?”
“Go ahead,” she said, “but I get to ask you one back after.”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
She shook her head and said, “No, not yet.”
“Okay,” Tim said, not sure how best to respond. A “yes” would have given him some clarity, but that “no” only added to his uncertainty.
“Okay,” she said. “My turn.”
“Go ahead.”
“Have you ever kissed a girl?” she asked him.
Tim tripped on the sidewalk and nearly fell over. “W-what?” he asked, as he found his balance.
“Have you kissed a girl before?”
Tim was not sure how to answer or where this conversation was going. “N-no,” he said, thinking it would make the most sense if he had not.
“Do you want to?” she asked and stopped walking.
Tim paused beside her, looking up at her uncertainly.
“This is my house,” she said, gesturing to her side. “Mom and Dad won’t be back from work for another hour or two.”
Tim nodded.
Faith held out her hand to him, and he took it, letting her lead him to the front door, then inside. She only let him go when the door was safely shut behind them.
She set down her bag, leaning it against the wall before taking off her shoes. Tim followed her lead, noting how small his shoes appeared beside hers.
Faith walked over to a couch in the front room. She took a seat there and patted the cushion beside her, welcoming him to sit there. After a moment of hesitation, he joined her on the couch. Somehow, he felt even smaller seated next to her.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” she said. “We can stop anytime. Just say, ‘Stop!’ and I will.”
“Why?” he asked her.
“I don’t want you to feel pressured to-”
“No,” he interrupted. “I mean, ‘Why are you doing this?’”
She brushed the back of her finger down his soft cheek. “You’re very cute,” she said. “And, we’re classmates. Nothing wrong about liking a classmate, right?”
Tim felt too nervous to speak.
“Boys my age just want one thing,” she continued. “But, you’re not old enough for that yet, are you?”
Tim slowly shook his head. It was true that his body was not, but his mind still felt the desire.
“They want to be the one in charge,” she said, looming even closer. “But, you’ll let me be in charge. Won’t you?” She held his hand again.
Tim nodded.
“Kiss me,” she ordered him.
He shut his eyes, pursed his lips, and leaned toward her.
They kissed, gently, sweetly, innocently.
He opened his eyes, and she smiled at him.
“Now, you’ve officially kissed a girl,” she said.
He smiled back.
It was such a tender moment, that he was caught completely off guard when she pounced on him, pressing him down onto his back on the couch.
“Try to escape,” she ordered him.
Tim squirmed, but it was a half-hearted attempt. Still, he could tell that, if he had wished to get away, her overpowering mass would be too heavy for him to escape at his size.
“I-I can’t,” he said, trying to sound a little distressed.
Faith smiled down on him. “You’re mine,” she said. “Say it. Say, ‘I’m yours.’”
“I’m yours,” he said, feeling the thrill of being someone's total fascination.
“I’m going to kiss you,” she said. “And, you can’t stop me.”
“I can’t,” he said before his mouth was stopped up by her kiss.
Eventually she let up and then lowered her body onto him, pressing all of her weight against him, flattening him into the cushions beneath. Now, he felt a little distress at the weight on him. He could breathe well enough, but it was not a particularly pleasant sensation, being so lovingly crushed. Still, the warmth of her helped him endure it.
“Tell me we’ll do this again,” she said.
He wheezed, “We’ll do this again.”
“Promise?”
“I promise!”
Faith sat up, releasing him, and Tim took a deep breath. He panted a few seconds as he regained his composure.
“Go home, little boy,” she said. “I’ll tell you when I need you again.”
Tim did not know how to respond, so he stood up from the couch and backed away from her. Faith spread her arms and rested them on the top of the cushions behind her as she watched him depart. Tim grabbed his bag and fumbled with the door lock. Then, he was outside and hurrying from the house, wondering if he were looking forward to seeing her again or not.
For now, though, he tried to figure out the way home.
But, what will he do when he gets home?
He makes himself even younger. (4.1.2.2.2.1)
He transforms a family member. (4.1.2.2.2.2)
He explores his new bedroom.
He makes himself older again.
