Page 44 of His Little Turquoise
“Come in,” Papi calls out.
I hold my breath as the door opens, wondering if another stranger is about to see me naked. Dankin steps into the room. It’s irrational that I’m relieved.
Papi lifts my knees higher and pushes them wide, holding them so I’m more exposed as Dankin approaches. Papi glances at him. “Her clitoris is still swollen and larger than average, but her labia are close to normal, and the pink color has returned to a more usual shade.”
I hold my breath as I remember Papi telling Dankin he would show him my pussy again.
Dankin slides his hands up my inner thighs and parts my folds, making me crave more.
I bite my lip as he studies me. He even pulls the hood back from my clit. I can’t see it, but when he circles the little nub, I feel it engorging further. I’m instantly aroused all over again, and I keep my lip between my teeth to keep from begging.
It seems like forever before Dankin removes his touch from my folds and turns his attention to Papi. “Thanks. That helps me know what to expect.”
“You’re welcome.” Papi lifts a fresh diaper around me and fastens it.
“Is Ava here?” I ask, remembering how badly I want to see her. Has Dankin examined her too? I shudder at the idea that this doctor has seen two female bodies—mine and Ava’s. It’s weird. We’re close friends, but I’ve never seen her pussy up close and personal. I mean we aren’t super modest. We see each other naked, but not with legs spread and everything exposed.
“She’s here, Baby girl,” Papi tells me softly.
I jerk my gaze toward the doctor, feeling self-conscious. “Then you’ve already examined her, and you know what female humans are supposed to look like,” I spit out in my frustration. “Not like me. I’m tiny. All of me. Except apparently my pussy. It’s all swollen and red and abnormally large. But if you’re doing a case study, you might want to pretend you didn’t see me and start your records with Ava. She’s a better representation of whatfemale humans look like with boobs and curves and pretty hair and nails and long legs and hips and probably a perfect pussy.”
I don’t even know where all that fire and venom comes from. Sure, I’ve always thought Ava was gorgeous, but I’ve never been overly jealous of her. Not irrationally so. That’s not what I’m spewing. My word vomit has nothing to do with Ava’s body. It has to do with my emotional state, which is apparently frazzled to the point of explosion.
“Mia,” Papi admonishes on a gasp. “None of that is true. You are absolutely perfect just the way you are. You don’t need to look like anyone but you.”
I squirm and tug at the strap across my tummy. “I need to get up. Let me see her. Let me speak to Ava. She must be scared and angry.”
Papi doesn’t release the strap across me, and I can’t reach the location where it’s fastened. When I struggle harder, he grabs my wrists and holds my arms over my head.
I keep wiggling and fighting against him. “Let me go!”
I barely hear Dankin telling Papi we are cleared for transport before he leaves the room.
“No!” I scream. “We can’t leave without Ava. I need to see her, Papi.” I don’t even know this side of me. I’ve never met her before. I’ve never been so defiant and naughty. I’ve known I was Little for almost as long as I can remember, but I’ve always been the good, sweet Little girl. I’ve never had a tantrum in my life.
Papi sets his free hand on my pelvis, easily keeping me from squirming as much as I want to. He doesn’t look the least bit frustrated, which infuriates me even more. He simply holds my wrists in one hand and my pelvis with the other, seemingly waiting for me to stop fighting him.
I start crying, huge sobs that won’t stop. “I need to talk to her, Papi, please.” I buck and twist and use every ounce of my energyto get away from this man who is so much bigger and stronger than me until I’m worn out and unable to keep up the fight.
I’m panting and sniffling with tears drying on my face and snot running out of my nose when Papi reaches up to fasten my wrists above my head, freeing his hand.
Without a word, he grabs a damp cloth and wipes my face, even though most of the wind is knocked out of my sails, and I try to turn away from him. His calm demeanor is keeping me angry. How can he be so level while I’m having the tantrum of my life?
Maybe I’m testing him. It’s not a conscious decision. But this man is about to take me away from my planet, and I’ll never be back. That’s scary. What if I’m not good enough for him?
“What do you need, Baby girl?” he asks as he strokes my forehead.
“I need to see Ava,” I shout, though my voice is losing steam.
“I can’t fulfill that wish, Little one. Ava needs to make her own way without your interference. You can see her a few weeks after we get home.” He puts a period on that sentence.
“But she’s not like me, Papi,” I whine. “She’s probably scared. She needs me.”
“She’ll be fine, Mia. I promise. You and I are going to board a transport vessel soon. She’ll be on the next one right behind us.” His voice is firm. His decision is final. It always will be.
I finally look at him through my swollen, teary eyes. He’s not mad. There is a slight furrow to his brow, but his concern is for me.
“I love you, Mia.”
