"Yeah, maybe I should. I'll come see you if there's any problems." A little out of it, the tiny young woman said her goodbyes and walked out to the parking lot, still barefoot. The urge to just take off her blouse and run around in her panties was suddenly strong, but she resisted.
Her trusty 2010 Honda was where she'd left it and she threw the garbage bag in the trunk before getting in. It was a small car, but she still needed the seat all the way forward and a cushion on the seat to drive it (as well as slightly modified pedals). She'd lost count of the times she'd been pulled over after being mistaken for an underaged driver, but most of the local police knew her car on sight by now.
She made her way home, stopping at Wendy's for dinner. Mrs. McGee would be in bed by now, so she dragged the borrowed clothing inside her one bedroom apartment. Thankfully, the clothing she'd hung out to dry was no longer damp, so she put out tomorrow's outfit and put the rest away in her dresser.
She took off the heavy blouse and walked into her bathroom to have a shower. Looking in her mirror, she was astounded by the cute girl she saw reflected back at her. Her short bob of dark hair didn't quite reach her shoulders, and her green eyes looked large on her face. Like many small women, she had delicate features, and she was reminded of a doll. Despite having seen herself plenty of times before, now she felt oddly aroused, and she reached to caress her tiny breasts. Her nipples were hard and she moaned softly at how sensitive her skin was.
She realized she was turning herself on, and even the thought of being with a guy filled her with revulsion. She started the shower, and slipped off her panties. Only the small tuft of fine dark hair identified her as a woman, and she felt a hunger growing inside her.
Stepping into the warm water, she immediately reached between her legs and started pleasuring herself. She couldn't remember the last time it had felt this intense, and she had to lean against the wall of the shower by the end so as not to fall, as her coltish legs were trembling and weak.
Wrapping herself in a towel, she made her way to her bedroom, and her computer. She started looking at pictures of girls, trying to figure out her type. While any pretty girl filled her with intense feelings, to her surprise, she found herself extra aroused by pictures of anime girls!
She had never really watched anime before, but she was going to have to remedy that. She did some googling and found out that there was something called 'yuri' or 'shoujo-ai', which was media where Japanese girls romanced each other. She found a few examples, and that was enough to send her to bed for another masturbation session.
She knew it was a little messed up to be attracted to a cartoon, but she felt too good to care, and drifted off to sleep...