Damia left the apartment, her purse slung over one shoulder. It was warm this time of
year, not at all like her home country. She locked the door, making sure no one would see
her...that would make for a lot of questions, to be certain.
She decided to walk across the lawn, rather than stick to the sidewalk. The slightly damp
grass felt good under her bare feet. She felt giddy, almost high. Being young again was
incredible.
She felt so alive, so full of energy. Despite her normal moody demeanor, she felt...happy.
Despite herself, she set down the purse, and played in the grass. She hadn't done a
cartwheel in years, but her body seemed to remember. Flips, rolls, tumbles...her body felt
as light as a feather.
She stopped some time later, laying in the grass, looking up at the stars. The physical
exertion had burned up a little of her excess energy, and it felt amazing.
"Better than sex." she said, and meant it. Come to think of it, she was feeling a bit
aroused...
Her stomach growled. "The machine needs fuel, huh?" She giggled.
What was wrong with her? Just a few hours ago, she had been the type of person who
rarely smiled, let alone laughed. She remembered sneering at girls who giggled and acted
childish.
And yet, here she was, just a big kid...and loving every minute of it. Sitting up suddendly,
she reached for her purse and leapt to her feet. When she had been younger (the first
time around, that is) she'd had a love for dance and gymnastics. But even at her peak, she
hadn't possessed this kind of athletic ability.
The new body she had made for herself had energy to spare, and then some. She
marvelled at how gracefully she moved. A small grin crossed her face as she thought
about how easy it would be to become an Olympic gymnast now, with this body.
She headed towards her favorite restaurant. Right now, she wanted good food, and lots of
it. To her own amazement, she was skipping by the time she arrived at Little Europe.
Nicollette couldn't complain about her job. Sure, she was just a waitress, but Marcus, the
owner, insisted on paying her the same amount as his other employees, tips or no. And
the 20-year old was good at making tips.
Oh sure, she was a little too tall for a girl, but she was cute, and people loved her
personality. Too bad that didn't translate into many dates...which is why she was working
on a Saturday night.
When the girl came in, she wasn't sure what to think. There was something unusual about
her, that was for certain. It was hard to guess her exact age; she looked pretty young, and
Nicollette was thinking 10 or 11...maybe.
She had fair skin, and delicate, very pretty features, dark blue eyes, and platinum hair.
That last was a bit unusual, to say the least. "Probably a dye job" she said to herself. "I
mean, look at what she's wearing...Mom would have freaked to see me dressing like that
as a kid. Stupid Britney, she's got every pre-teen girl in the country dressing like a slut."
The girl marched right up to the sign that said 'PLEASE WAIT TO BE SEATED' and just stood
there, waiting, the picture of barely repressed hyperactivity, as she bounced in place.
Nicolette was struck by the maturity in the girl's expression, however. "Um...welcome to
Little Europe, how many in your party?"
Damia grinned. She was a regular here, and Nicolette was her favorite server. And yet,
the tall blonde didn't even recognize her!
"Just one, thanks. I'm starving." Her stomach decided to chime in with a growl.
Nicolette was confused, but no other adults had shown up. She'd talk to Marcus about it,
but first, there was no doubt the girl was in need of a good meal.
"Right this way, Miss." She led the girl to a booth.
Damia slid right in, still somewhat bemused by how easily this body moved around. She
gave Nicolette a brilliant smile. Normally, she'd be mortified at being seen as "cute", but
right now, she could care less.
Nicolette felt herself warm up to the girl immediately, and smiled right back at her. "What
can I get you?"
Damia ordered enough food for about two or three girls her age without batting an eye.
She hadn't been here in awhile, so she figured she could afford to splurge.
Nicolette just stared. "Um...are you sure you can eat all of that?"
Damia nodded energetically. "Uh huh! Oh, and I have money, right here." She reached
into her purse and put some bills on the table.
Nicolette smiled. "Of course you do, honey. Ok, I'll put the order in, and get you your
Coke, and some bread. Just sit tight, ok?" She couldn't resist ruffling the younger girl's
hair gently before going.
Damia felt her body get warm. Sure, she -hated- being treated like a kid....but Nicolette
was cute as hell. Damia had had quite a crush on the other girl for some time, but, well,
she was pretty sure Nicolette was straight. Plus, well, she felt intimidated by tall girls.
"Of course, you could have walked in here at 6'3", moron. But nooo...you made yourself
into a little girl." She muttered to herself.
She squirmed a little in her seat, trying to get rid of thoughts a 9 year old girl shouldn't be
having. It was a little inconvenient to be horny at this age, since she wasn't shopping for
pedophiles.
Meanwhile, Nicolette was talking to Marcus about the odd little girl. Her boss was
convinced that there wasn't anything out of the ordinary, the girl seemed healthy enough,
and had the money to pay for her food, which he wasn't going to deny her. Sure, it was
odd that there were no adults with her, and that she wasn't wearing any shoes, but...no
reason to make an issue of it.
Marcus was a good hearted guy, and Nicolette trusted his instincts. If he didn't see a
reason to call the cops, that was good enough for her. She chatted with the girl whenever
she got the chance, and was astounded at her appetite, since she finished off her meal in
record time.
Damia leaned back in the booth, feeling truly content. And stuffed. She wasn't sure she
could move right now, and it felt good. She put a hand over her mouth as she burped.
Nicolette laughed. "I'm sorry, Miss, you're just too cute. I wish I could take you home with
me."
Damia looked up at the blonde. "You should be careful what you wish for. I think I'd like
that."
Nicolette blinked. Again, that mature expression.... Nicolette felt herself blush. The
comment was innocent, she's just a girl....but why do I feel like I've just been hit on?
Damia beamed at the other girl. "Well, I should be going. Check, please!"
Nicolette nodded. "Sure thing, honey." She took the girl's money to the register.
Damia stretched lazily. She felt like taking a nap. Too bad Nicolette's lap isn't available...
And then the taller girl was back. "And here's your change."
Damia shook her head. "You've been really good to me, keep it all, please."
Nicolette was suprised. "Are you sure, dear? That's a lot of money for a tip."
Damia got out of the booth and impulsively hugged the other girl. "You deserve it, cutie.
Ciao!" And she headed for the door, waving to Marcus as she left.
Leaving Nicolette blushing and confused.
"She called me a cutie..."
What now?