Okay guys, since this story isn't getting a lot of reviews, I'm going to put it on hold. Therefore, this will be the last chapter until I get more reviews. Sorry to those who enjoy reading it! R&R and I'll continue.
It came just as it had for every day for going on the second week now! I already knew it I'm 3'1." Notice I quit saying tall! 3'1" isn't tall to anyone! That is unless you're 2 feet! Which I will be in a few days undoubtedly! I just laid there in my bed until 8:00.
Finally I got up and walked out to the bathroom in my PJ's. I don't remember putting these on! My mother must have done that too! Just as I turned the corner I ran into a wall! I fell back and then got back up. I looked up and the wall had a face! It was my sister's! I could look straight ahead now and see through her legs! In fact, I had to look up just to see her pussy!
She picked me up and said, "Are you okay little guy?" She actually sounded concerned. She asked me if I wanted to go downstairs and eat breakfast and before I could answer, she was carrying me down the stairs! I guess that was okay, because at my size I didn't feel too confident walking down those huge stairs.
She sat down at the table with me on her lap. I asked her to let me down and she said she was holding me because mom threw away my booster seat! I sat there on her lap and ate my breakfast. I was beyond any arguing with anyone now and besides she was right! I couldn't even stand up at the table and eat right now!
Just then the doorbell rang. It was my brother Kevin. He was standing there in the doorway with his daughters and asking my mom if she would like to spend a couple days with them.
My mom's face lit up and she said, "Sure I'd love to spend some time with my granddaughters! Oh great I thought! My nieces were 3 and 4 years old. Kelly was 4 and Kayla was 3. They came over to me and both hugged me. Kelly was about 3" taller than me and Kayla was the same size. Now I had a reference point!
I'm no bigger than a 3-year-old girl now! Someone shoot me and put me out of my misery! These girls asked me if I wanted to play with them. I told them no.
Then Kelly got up in my face and said, "You better play with us you mean little boy, or I'll pound you!" Oh, great I thought! Now a 4- year-old girl is going to beat my ass! I told her I was sorry and I would play with them. I felt like a total wimp backing down to her but I quickly realized that by tomorrow I'd be 2'9" and they both would be big enough to make me do anything they wanted! I shuddered!
Kelly wanted to play house. I told her I really didn't want to because boys don't play that game. She walked up, stood in front of me and said, "Boys that are littler than girls do!" I backed down again and played house with them. Kelly told me I was the dad and Kayla was our daughter. She told me to pretend I was taller and made me walk on my tiptoes because daddies are supposed to be taller than mommies. I still wasn't taller than her though! I spent the rest of the day humoring them and playing house with them until Karen came home from school.
Three o'clock came and I heard the door slam and the dribbling of a basketball echoing through the house. Karen put the ball on the counter, ran over and picked me up and stood there hugging me. I thought, gee just yesterday she was picking at me, being mean and now all of a sudden she was gentle and loving towards me. I'm not complaining, but why? Just then a memory popped into my head. Back when she was 5 years old we were arguing and she picked me up and literally threw me across the room. I hit my head and was knocked out. She thought she killed me and felt really bad. After I woke up in the hospital, she told me she was sorry everyday for a month. Ever since then she hasn't treated me mean, argued with me and was like a bodyguard for me in school.
She asked me if I wanted to stay with Kelly and Kayla or go into her room and watch TV. I told her I'd rather go with her. She took me into her room and sat me down on her bed. She sat and told me how she's really well doing basketball and how she wanted to be just like Wendy Marsh! All she did was talk about Wendy and how she was her hero.
She said, "I wish I could meet her and ask her some stuff about basketball! It would be really cool to have her as a coach!" We sat up until 11:30 talking and then finally she walked with me to my room. She helped me climb up into my bed and tucked me in. I argued that she not tuck me in but she ignored me and said that it made her feel better doing it. Arguing with her was useless!