As Fiona carried Polly’s box around the store, the human came to realize that her fate had been sealed. She was to be nothing more than property. Property to be owned by an alien child. She would never see her old office desk or her boyfriend ever again. She was too shocked at the moment to cry, but she would be lying to herself if she said she didn’t need to at the moment.
Fiona found her mother in the makeup department, just like she said. She looked very much to be the same species as Fiona, except not only a fair amount taller, but curvier and chubbier as well. If Polly were to wager a guess, this alien woman’s chest size would be somewhere in the lower F-cup range. She wore a wine red pinstripe suit with a long pencil skirt that swept the ground, obscuring her feet. Upon either head was a matching fedora that made this two-headed woman look like a mob boss. Polly gulped. She had a gut feeling that this alien woman actually was a mobster boss.
“I’m back, Mama,” Fiona greeted this woman, holding up Polly’s box, “I picked out my new toy. Humans are all da rage these days! Lookit how cute she is!”
One of her mother’s heads was busy picking out lipstick, but the other head gave its attention to her kid. “A living toy, Fiona dear?” the woman said in a similar Brooklyn-Italian accent, “Hunny, I know I told ya you could pick any toy you wanted for acing your exams, but living toys are a fair amount of responsibility!”
“Aww, but Mama!” Fiona argued, “I promise I’ll take good care of her! I’ll make sure to feed and water her and give her attention. Please can I get a human?”
“Oh… well alright,” the mother nodded, ticking her kid, “Since you said please, punkin! You can have a human. Of course she’s probably gonna need her own dollhouse and a bed and everything. We’ll pick those out real quick and then head back to the planet. Uncle Sal’s makin’ dinner tonight!”
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It was some few minutes later, and the alien child and her mother were driving to their home planet on a spaceship that looked like a stretch limousine. Polly was still trapped in her plexiglass box, sitting in Fiona’s lap. The human was still too rattled to even think about crying just yet, but her nerves were forcing her to pace around her box.
“You’ll love Veni-C3,” Fiona told her new toy, “It’s a planet made of gigantic oceans with like a million little islands that are their own city state. The roads are made-a saltwater and you won’t find a betta place for pizza or pasta in all da galaxy! Everyone who comes from there has two heads like me and Mama.”
“Ahem,” Fiona’s mother cleared one of her throats, “Mama and I, dear. Remember your grammar.”
“Sorry Mama!” both of Fiona’s heads said.
“Now I’ll admit that the idea of an intelligent species like you humans being turned into toys is a bitter pill ta swallow,” the mother said, “but like we said, we ain’t heartless monsters. Ruthless and unscrupulous crime lords, sure, but not not monsters!”
“Wait, you things are mobsters?!” Polly cried.
“Oh hey! Polly’s talking again!” Fiona exclaimed, “That’s good! I was startin’ ta get worried!”
“Huh, and speakin’ basic no less,” the mother shrugged, “That’s interesting. Guess that’s one less thing to stress ovah. Well in any case, welcome to da family. Maybe ya ain’t blood related, but now that you’re my little Fiona’s pet, your new last name is Garzolli. And since I haven’t said yet, my name is Ludovica. But please, just call me Mama Garzolli.”