Nicolette couldn't get the strange girl out of her mind. It was maddening, since she'd
never been especially attracted to kids before. But the girl's appearance, voice, even her
scent...the memories filled Nicolette with a need that couldn't be quenched.
She tried, though, but masturbation just made it worse. She decided to take a long bath,
to get her head together. The girl's voice, and manner of speaking....it was really sexy. It
reminded her of a girl she had a crush on...Damia Lukas.
Damia was a cute little thing, despite being a total goth girl. And though she spoke
excellent English, that accent of hers...it did things to Nicolette she couldn't understand.
Of course, Damia was hard to approach...especially after her breakup with Miriam.
Nicolette suddendly felt odd. Miriam....who was Miriam?
There was a soft *BAMF* noise, and suddendly, Nicolette wasn't alone.
A tiny figure perched on the edge of the tub.
Nicolette gasped. It was a girl. A cute, tiny, girl. She couldn't have been more than
6" in height, and looked about 16 or so. She was wearing a ridiculously tiny (even on her)
two-piece bikini, dark blue in color. Her skin was tan, she had short pale blonde hair, and
large, expressive, royal blue eyes. She was slender, with the equivalent of an A cup chest,
but with long, supple legs. Her feet were bare, but she had a gold bracelet on her left
ankle.
The tiny girl smiled gently. "Please don't get excited...you're not going mad. I'm here
because my Mistress needs your help."
Nicolette blinked. "What are you..a fairy?"
"Hmph!" the tiny girl seemed annoyed. "Not at all, I, you see, am a Djinni. You can call me
D."
"Dee?"
"Close enough. Look, I've used my powers to make you as calm and open-minded as
possible...my Mistress is doing some wild shit, and I want to make sure things don't get
out of hand."
Nicolette held up her hand. "Who is your Mistress? What's going on, anyways?"
D sighed. "Well first, let me restore your memories. Remember Miriam?"
And suddendly she did. "Oh my God, how did I forget about her?"
"Miriam Webster is currently a 14 year old girl in Oregon. She's in a submissive
relationship with a cheerleader."
"That's...what?"
"I know, it's not what you remember. You see, she was an ex-lover of my Mistress, and
really %$#@&-ed her up in the head. So My Mistress decided to remove Miriam from the
equation."
"...oh my god. By Mistress....Damia?"
D nodded. "Got it in one, Miss. And yes, that girl you're obsessing about? That's what
Damia looks like now."
"She's a child? Wait...that makes sense, but why?"
D shrugged, and seemed sad. "I don't know the Mistress well, she's never deigned to
summon me. But from what I've seen, she's really hurting inside, and being a kid
again...has made her happy. But now, she's all alone, and she needs someone."
"The poor thing...but why are you telling me this?"
"Wellll....I know she's attracted to you. And I cheated a bit, and I know how you feel about
her. So I was thinking...maybe you could take Miriam's place?"
Nicolette's eyes widened. "She...likes me?"
D grinned. "Girlfriend, she's been thinking about you ever since last night. Trust me."
"Wow...that's...that's..."
"Perfect. I know." D seemed very sure of herself.
"But wait...she's a little girl now? I'm a bit old for her...I mean, well...you know..."
D nodded. "Human sexual hang-ups. I'm well aware. But we can fix that, if you like."
"You mean, make me younger?"
"Sure, why not? Then you could be a couple, no problems."
Nicolette blushed. "Um...I don't know that it would be so easy..."
D waved her off. "Bah. Trust me, I'm a magical being, I know what I'm doing. The only
thing is, you can't tell Mistress about me. She has to figure that out on her own. Ready?"
Nicolette wasn't sure why, but she immediately said "Yes!"
D's smile widened, not unlike the Cheshire Cat. And Nicolette felt dizzy...the water felt so
warm....
Damia couldn't bring herself to just write someone into her life. That wasn't right....she
felt tears welling up. She was just so alone....and then there was a knock on her door.
She couldn't answer it. She shouldn't answer it. She didn't look like Damia Lukas....there
would be trouble....
But she couldn't stop herself from moving.
She opened the door, and was stunned to see a very cute girl of 11...tall for her age, with
long blonde hair, freshly washed.
"Nicolette...but...how?"
Nicolette smiled. "Isn't this what you wanted, Damia? I've wanted to be near you for so
long...I want to be with you now."
Damia felt the tears come, and they wouldn't stop. "Yes...oh Goddess...yes!"
Nicolette entered, closing the door behind her (which mysteriously locked itself..) and
pulled Damia into a tight embrace. "Shh, honey. I know you're hurting. Nikki is here now,
and I'm going to take care of you."
She picked up Damia carefully, and moved to sit down on the couch, holding the girl in her
lap. She kissed Damia's hair, and waited for the tears to stop.
D was rather pleased with herself. Oh she knew Damia would call on her again...probably
to make some changes to her new lover. Some people couldn't resist transforming things,
once they had the power.
Of course, the two girls seemed pretty busy at the moment....in fact, the room was starting
to look like a scene from a child porn, which meant D was going to take a break. She
could feel some of her "sisters" in the vicinity...maybe she should check on one of them.
So who do we check on first?