Mini Me

Silas

Work had always been slow, but I much preferred it that way. I work at a small cafe; Kittens and Koffee. The name always makes me giggle when I see the big K's and kittens painted on the windows. It's a cat cafe and I like it even more because I get to cuddle with all the kittens. And another bonus is that I can dress however I want. As girly and as little as I want. My boss, Amelia, also makes sure my shifts end before it gets dark so that I'm not walking back to my apartment while it is dark. So almost all my shifts start at 9 and end before 6. Amelia is a cg and so she knows what it's like for littles and how dangerous it can be for us. Her little, Diya, is so sweet and she always brings me cookies. I love her.

I closed up the cafe around 6 tonight, making my way to the bus stop. I noticed people looking at me as I walked. My pastel pink skirt, long socks and other pastel clothes. They also noticed my short curly blonde hair, the only thing that made me look like a boy. That and my lack of a chest. I stopped skipping and kept my head down, wishing I could pull my clothes off. I hated when people looked at me and judged me. I finished my walk to the bus stop and stood there, holding my teddy bear bag close to my body. I looked around a little and noticed the bulletin board, many brightly colored posters flapping around. A bright pink one caught my eye. I took the poster and read over it. It was for a Little's Convention.

My smile couldn't be contained. I giggled and wiggled a little in excitement. I hadn't been to one in ages, and it sounded so fun. I hadn't had a cg in years either, 3 years specifically. So, I might as well go. I folded the paper and kept it in my bag, getting on the bus and not being able to hum a little as I swung my feet. An older lady looked at me and I stopped immediately. She just smiled and waved to me, getting me to wave back and giggle. As soon as I got home, I wrote about the old lady in my journal, got ready for bed and went to sleep, my Paci in my mouth.