Page 29 of His Little Turquoise
I’m not surprised. “How are you doing?” I say softly so as not to disturb Mia more than necessary.
He chuckles sardonically. “Everything they say is true. This Little girl is so feisty I didn’t think I’d ever get her to calm down, take a bottle, and sleep.”
“I’ve seen it in every male I’ve spoken to for two years, my friend.” I don’t tell him it’s not happening quite the same for me. He doesn’t need that right now.
“I promised Ava I would send someone to her apartment to get some things,” he says.
“I promised Mia the same. Have you lined someone up?”
“Yes. John from the front desk. He says he does this often. I texted him a list. I’ll share his contact information with you. He’ll pick up for both of them and deal with the manager of their building tomorrow too.”
“Excellent. Thank you.” I keep my gaze on Mia, but she hasn’t stirred.
“It’s going to be a very long trip home,” Ganrax says next.
“Yes. Eternal.”
“I think Ava is at least slightly mollified by the knowledge that her best friend was also chosen tonight. What were the chances?”
“It’s rare. I’ve heard of friends both getting selected before, but not on the same night,” I inform him.
Ganrax sighs. He sounds tired. “I guess I’ll see you in six months and a few weeks.”
“Yep. The girls will be chomping at the bit to get together.”
“Let’s hope. If Ava hasn’t stabbed me in my sleep.” He gives a slight laugh, but it’s not filled with humor.
I feel sorry for him as I hang up. What he’s dealing with is far more common. Human females are not accustomed to our ways. They struggle with so many issues. I’ve heard some of them struggle for weeks after arrival. I fear this is what will happen with Ava, and I’m not sure how quickly the two girls will be able to reunite under the circumstances. We’ll have to see.
I quickly send a text to John.
Thank you for picking some things up for us. I didn’t get a specific list from Mia other than her special stuffie Pokey. Hopefully that will be obvious. I think she has other dolls she loves too. If she wakes up before you go, I’ll get more specific items from her.
No problem. I’ve done this dozens of times. I’m getting pretty good at knowing what women want to take with them. I’ll text you when I get there and see if you have any additions.
Thanks again.
I pocket the phone and return my full attention to Mia. I can’t stop smiling. It’s so adorable how she suckles the pacifier every few seconds. Soft moans escape her lips as if she’s enjoying it immensely. I stroke her arm, her cheek, her back. Her skin is so smooth. So soft.
She’s tiny. Smaller than any other human female I’ve met. So much smaller than me that I can easily hold her with one arm and not be remotely strained.
Unable to resist seeing her breasts again, I lean her back a few inches. Such perfection. I love every inch of her. I know her size—especially the size of her breasts—bothers her, but she has nothing to worry about. I wouldn’t care if her boobs were huge or small. I would love her just the same.
I’ve examined a lot of Little girls on the mothership. Few of them were as pale as my Little girl. None of them had nipples as pink or tiny as hers.
My skin is so dark against hers. I love the contrast. It’s mesmerizing.
Mia stirs slightly in her sleep, squirming as a small whimper escapes her lips. She arches slightly right before she wets her diaper.
I can’t help but smile. This is the goal. It will undoubtedly stress her out when she wakes up, but I will do my best to placate her. She was totally exhausted. Between the orgasms, the medical exam, the nudity, the formula, and my quill, she’s so deeply asleep that she isn’t attempting to control her bladder.
Me holding her isn’t helping. It’s keeping her even calmer. And the diaper itself. Wearing one gives Little girls a subconscious pass to use it.
But she’s not going to understand any of that when she wakes up.
Hours go by. Not slow enough, though. With each passing moment, we grow closer to our exit, and boarding the transport vessel means kissing my Little girl goodbye for six long months.
John has already gone to the girls’ apartment and retrieved their things. He called me from Mia’s bedroom and listed everything he could see. I’m hoping she won’t be disappointed by my selections.
