In-Between Chapters 4 and 5 by Sofia Hammerstein

Cameron Sylvester has grown up always hoping he'll live up to the heritage of his mother's family height. She was a ten-foot-tall Big, after all, and his father was a tall Mid, which meant it shouldn't have been a question that he would grow out of the Little category of height early on. A bright student, he's been at the top of his class in science and math throughout his academic career! Looking toward his high school graduation and towards college, he's received scholarships to attend Emerson University. it's a question of inches if he'll be left to the fate of being a Little with a limited future or manage to make a future as a short 'Betweener.' Even as a Betweener, the question remains to be seen if he can be a normal adult or if he'll be left 'In-Between.'  (A Tale from the Diaper Dimension)

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The Legal Stuff: In-Between © 2020-2026 By Sofia Hammerstein
 
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
 

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Chapter 4: Demotions
 

SATURDAY MORNING, I found myself still intensely studying, trying to avoid thinking of Beth. An hour before lunch, my dad called, “Cameron!”

“Hi, Dad,” I told him.

“How are you doing? Things still going well?”

“I guess… Classes are at least.”

“What’s wrong?”

I sighed, “It’s Beth?”

“Oh… I ran into her dad at the store yesterday.” He said sadly.

“What did he say?” I asked, hopeful something good would have been said.

“Well… after they got her text that she was giving up, they got their lawyer involved. His dad is at least a Big… so that helps, of course, but he’s also a donor to Emerson. He’s trying to see if he can re-adopt her, or at least get visitation rights…?”

“If they can re-adopt her?” I paused, “That would be great!”

“Well… obviously, the courts would insist on her being treated appropriately for her Maturosis… it wouldn’t be just going home, right?”

I felt myself shaking, then, “No…”

“I don’t know… she might be better off just with the visitation rights, Cam,” he told me.

I sat silently for a moment before saying, “I might at least be able to see her if she was back home?”

“If she wanted you to?”

“She insisted on saying goodbye to me after she turned herself over,” I told him. “She made the lady bring her to see me… She was… well, she was already in her new clothes.”

“At least you got to say goodbye?”

I sighed, “Yeah, I guess that’s more than her parents got. I hope something works out for them… but more importantly, I hope Beth doesn’t end up with one of them.”

I could feel his nod, “Yeah, there’s definitely plenty of that around here. Look, you have to keep going, Cameron; you can’t mope for her. I promise things have a way of working out – she was smart enough not to fight things, so she should be okay.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“What else are you up to?”

“Well… I’m going to meet this girl for lunch and to study.”

“Alright! Who is she?”

“Her name is Addison,” I told him. “She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met, honestly….”

“What’s so special about her?”

“Well, she’s like a giant… I mean, seriously, she’s the tallest girl I’ve ever met in person.”

“How tall?”

“Twelve-foot, eight,” I told him.

“That is tall!” he said. “Is that wise? Beth just…”

I sighed, “I don’t honestly know, Dad. I’m pretty protected here at Emerson as long as I have Mid status.”

“Maybe it would be better…” he sighed, “What the hell? What can I say? I did the same thing with your mom…”

“Look, I’ll be careful, but she also seemed to feel bad for a Little the other day when we both watched her get in trouble in our lab.” I paused, “I don’t know, I get the feeling that maybe she’s different?”

“I hope you’re right,” he told me.

We talked for another half-hour before I made an excuse to get off the phone and gathered my stuff.

I had a hard copy of the textbook for Chemistry I had bought at Dad’s insistence. While I preferred an eBook version on my tablet, he asserted it was easier to get away from a device and study with a real book. Since he was the one who really paid for my books… Well, I went along with it since it was the one thing not covered by my scholarships! I threw the heavy monstrosity into my backpack, along with my lab notebook from our Chem Lab and some other notes I had taken in another old-fashioned notebook.

I locked the door and wondered briefly where my roommate had ended up the night before. ‘Maybe he went home for the weekend?’ I thought. I hadn’t seen Jason often the past week since he’d made friends with someone in another dorm. It was weird he hadn’t been back at all last night, though.

I quickly reached the cafeteria and walked around to see if Addison was there. Not seeing her, I decided to just go ahead and get a tray of food and a table meant for mixed sizes that was open. I climbed up the tall stool’s steps and hoped no one would think I was a little sitting there. I had no desire to sit at a Big table and struggle to reach or use a booster seat like I saw several doing around the large room. I noticed that one of the nest mothers had one of her charges sitting next to her in a booster seat. I stared as she velcroed a bib around her neck when Addison suddenly appeared.

“Hi Cameron, good pick of a table!” she told me with a smile and took a seat on the opposite side meant for Bigs.

“Hi, Addison,” I told her.

“Call me Addy,” she told me, “If we’re going to be friends, Addison is way too uptight.”

I smiled, “Okay, hi, Addy.”

She smiled that gorgeous giant smile at me, and I felt like I would probably do just about anything for her right then!

“So, first week of classes down. What did you do to celebrate last night?”

I grimaced, “Not much, stayed in and studied. Didn’t feel much like going out, honestly,” I told her.

“Something wrong?”

I grimaced, “Yeah, but don’t worry about it. Just something a friend of mine is going through,” I added.

“Oh…” She looked at me and asked, “Anything I can do?”

“Nope, what’s done is done,” I told her and forced a smile. “What did you do last night?”

“Oh, I just went out with my parents for dinner. They hadn’t seen me since they dropped me off and wanted to see me.”

“Free food from the ’rents is never a bad thing, huh?” I smiled at her. “You enjoy it?”

She shrugged, “On one hand, I do miss them – even though it’s not like this campus is that far from my house.”

“How far away did you grow up?”

“Oh, just about twenty minutes or so - out in the suburbs. I could commute here every day, but my parents insisted I stay on campus to get the ‘full college experience.’ I don’t mind that, though, because last night was tough enough with my mom still thinking I was her baby… Geeze, you think you grow up, but when she’s even taller than you, it still doesn’t help.” She shook her head and took a bite of food.

“She’s taller than you?” I asked in surprise before taking another bite of some pasta.

She swallowed and laughed, “Yeah, she’s got three inches on me - and will never let me forget it.” She smiled, “But at least I have two inches on my dad!”

“I can’t imagine being that tall,” I told her honestly. “It would have been nice to at least get to my dad’s height, though.”

“You’re only eighteen, right?”

I nodded.

“You could actually still grow in the next year or two. Who knows, maybe you’ll still pick up a few more inches?”

I laughed, “Inches versus your feet!”

She told me about her little sister, Danica, who was three years younger than her. It sounded like they fought a lot when she was still at home, and apparently, she’d skipped the family dinner to do something at school. We talked about our backgrounds and what we liked to do for the next hour, even after we finished eating. “Well, where do you want to study?” She asked me.

I shrugged, “How about one of the lounges in this building? I haven’t really been in them much yet, but they had some couches and chairs that looked fairly comfortable?”

“Sounds good!” She said to me. I climbed down the stool and grabbed my backpack. She had her own, and we walked to the lounge nearby, occupied only by one other person studying. We picked a set of individual chairs across the room from him to set up at.

“So, where are you struggling?” I asked her, and we got to work on studying.

She was bright but, for whatever reason, hadn’t had a good chemistry education in high school. It didn’t help that she wasn’t a fan of math either… With that knowledge, I took a few steps back to re-explain something Professor Casio talked through quickly in our class. After two hours of helping her, she said, “You taught me more in the last two hours than I learned in an entire year of chemistry in high school… or any of the tutors my parents hired...”

I smiled, “Glad to hear it.”

“I need to go get ready for an event my mom’s old sorority is hosting, but how about I take you out to dinner on Friday as a thank you?”

My stomach did a few flip-flops right then. “Umm… sure, where?”

She smiled, “I know of a few good places. I’ll make reservations. Do you have a sports coat?”

I nodded, “Yes, though I don’t wear it often.”

“Why not?”

I sighed, “I’m legally past the point of being a Little, but I’m always worried about the same things that Littles are about appearances. Looking like you’re dressing up too much can look bad…?”

“That was honest of you,” she told me. “I promise with you as my date though no one will dare say anything.”

“Date?” I raised my eyebrow.

“Date. I like you, and you’re the first guy I’ve ever met that hasn’t been obviously wanting to go out with me for my money.”

I laughed, “You’re beautiful enough. You don’t need that as a reason.”

“And you, what you don’t have in height, you make up for in brains and personality. It’ll piss my parents off to see us dating – and I’m also okay with that!”

“Is that a good idea…?”

She laughed, “You’re a Mid; you’re safe. If you were really a little or diagnosed with a case of Maturosis as a Mid, then we might have a problem. I don’t think we’re in danger of that, though.”

I smiled, feeling a bit better about our new relationship. “Okay, date it is.”

I arrived back at our room to find the door open. “Made it back, Jason?” I asked as I walked in the door.

Then, I realized Jason had made it back… and… he had the Littles Dean with him. “Oh, good afternoon, ma’am,” I said politely. “I’m Cameron,” I said politely, looking at her imposing form.

“Hmm… I’m Dean Sanders,” she said, looking at me like she was deciding to see if she was going to scrape a bug off of her shoe. “This one should have taken your lead on learning how to be mature and behave.”

Then, I took in Jason’s appearance and tried not to run out of the room screaming. He was a foot taller than me but clearly dressed in a Little’s uniform, complete with a thickly padded rear end!

I had no response, and she took that to mean an affirmation, “How did you spend your Friday evening?” she asked me.

I shrugged, “I worked on some homework and a paper coming up for my technical writing class.”

“Did you now?” She asked. “You’re not just lying?”

“I can show you the timestamps on the files if you’d like,” I told her with a smile, “I had probably the lamest Friday night of anyone on campus,” I told her. ‘Excepting the poor Littles,’ I allowed.

“And just now, where are you coming from?”

“I was having a study session to help a friend with Chemistry.”

“Indeed?” She asked.

“Who?”

“Addison Harris?”

She looked at me like I had grown horns then. “Why?”

“We’re lab partners, and I helped her out this week. I’m good at Chemistry,” I told her. “I know I’m just barely a Mid, but we get along quite well.”

“Do you?” She asked. I was pretty sure in her mind she was appraising how I would look dressed like Jason right then, but decided that wouldn’t be her move then.

“We seem to, at least? We have a date for dinner scheduled for Friday again,” I told her.

“Hmm… Well, I hate to inform you of this, but young Jason here has unfortunately not followed your mature lead. He was caught partying and drinking alcohol last night. The fact that he’s underage is bad enough, but he also apparently can’t hold his liquor! When security picked him up, he had a big accident in his whittle pants. We’ve decided he’s going to be better off over in Wenig, where we have a more appropriate and caring environment all set up for him. We know the staff can properly give him the care he needs. Luckily, we have plenty of newly open beds to put him into. I think we have just about all of his things out of here. If you find anything else, please drop it off at my office?”

“Umm… sure, ma’am, be happy to,” I told her.

I looked long at Jason and couldn’t help but feel bad for the guy. He was still crying from the humiliation that was likely only just beginning. I knew, like me, that he would probably blend into a preschool or kindergarten setting quite well. There were too many ‘parents’ that liked to also have Littles who were continually failing at their potty training when they were too old for diapers… Unfortunately, I had a feeling Jason may have just found his way on the road to becoming one of them. The uniform he wore and the ID badge around his neck now denoted him as legally nothing more than a Little.

“Umm… Good luck, Jason,” I told him as a large Amazon guy returned with a cart they loaded with his last possessions to take to his new dorm.

As they walked away with her holding his hand, I sighed in relief that I was still dodging bullets.

I was staring at the empty side of the room a few minutes later, with the door open, when Grant came by. “Dude, where’s your roommate’s stuff?”

“On its way over to Wenig with him,” I told him.

“Dude! He was nearly my height!”

“Yeah… I think the week’s lesson is that no one is safe…?”

“You okay?”

“Yeah… Thank God I was a boring nerd last night and stayed in to study. I swear she looked at me as needing a Maturosis diagnosis too!”

“Fucking Amazons are nuts…” he said to me.

I just nodded.

“Well, at least you can have all sorts of wild and crazy sex in your room now and won’t have a roommate to care?”

I raised my eyebrows, “Not sure that drawing attention to myself is a good idea right now.”

“Yeah, man… I get that. We’re going to set up a gaming session tonight in the lounge; you want to join us?”

I thought for a second and shrugged, “Sure!”

I enjoyed playing role-playing games with him and a few others from our dorm that night. It took my mind off of height and forced babyhood for a while.

By the middle of the week, I noticed a significant number of Littles gone from my classes. Meg and another girl, Laura, were some of the few I still had to talk to at lunches. I tended to eat dinner later with my Mid friends and Addison in the evening when the littles were supposed to be in bed. On Thursday, I was sitting in Chemistry class and heard one of the loudest farts I’d ever heard outside of a bathroom! It stopped Professor Casio from speaking for a moment, and every one scanned the room to see who might have done it.

Suddenly my eyes landed on my former roommate, who I hadn’t even realized was in that class before because he had been skipping all his classes. He was acting… Well... suspicious. I wasn’t the only one who noticed his behavior, and when we all heard another fart, his entire body seemed to turn red. One of the girls, TAs, approached him and said, “Stand up, please…?”

She turned him to where his back was to her, and we all watched the horror show as she pulled the back of his elasticized pants and diaper open. “Whoopsies! We have a wittle boy who made a big pwesent in his diapees! Guess we better take you to Dean Sanders!”

He walked by, and I could see tears in his eyes as his face was bright red. Only a student Little on campus for less than a week… Unfortunately for him, Dean Sanders must have decided he had his demerits because I never saw him again.

With all the beds probably now available in Wenig, I made sure I went to classes, did my homework, and otherwise stayed out of the Bigs’ way.

One thing I did start doing the day after Jason was demoted to Wenig was to begin growing out my beard. Dad had always insisted it was one of his best tricks to seem like an adult amongst the taller people. While he had a couple feet on me, I hoped it would help out the same for me if I didn’t look cute and baby-faced.
 
 

Chapter 5: Fast Rides
 

I HAD LOOKED forward to my date on Friday with Addison with hope; and also a little bit of dread. Everything I had seen of her seemed to imply she wasn’t one of the baby-crazed Amazons, but having researched more about her family’s company… Well, I worried that the apple often doesn’t fall far from the tree!

SafeFoods was a legitimate corporation that was quite wealthy! Their last reports from the previous quarter to shareholders valued their company at over 280 Billion Dollars. It was clear that every major company that manufactured food and formula for Littles used SafeFoods to get through the government regulatory process. Feeling like there was probably more to the story, I used the internet off my phone to VPN to a couple of sites that Littles used to warn others about nefarious schemes. Almost right away, I found references to SafeFoods.

StayedDryforYears: I am so stupid! I needed some cash and responded to a study ad I received via email from SafeFoods. It didn’t require you to report to a site or anything where they could grab you, so I thought it would be safe. They claimed simple testing of meal prep kits, and I could have them shipped to a postal box, so they didn’t even know my physical address! I signed up, and sure enough, I received a package of ingredients with recipes four weeks ago. Looked like good-quality stuff, actually! I was happy to follow the directions and make the meals. Some of them were quite elaborate, and all of them tasted amazing when I was done!

The next week I started waking up wet. A week later, I began having daytime accidents – something I hadn’t had since I was a baby! I immediately guessed it was the meal prep kits and stopped using them the next week. I regained control this week, so I’m sure something was happening in their kits. I’m worried that they can find my address through my post office box now, and I will have to move away. Trying to arrange to stay with a buddy until I can get a new place.

OldandCranky13842: Could have told you that one. SafeFoods only tests foods meant for BABIED littles! There are not many companies out there I would trust less! Get yourself out of there tonight if you haven’t; I guarantee they’ve informed your apartment manager about you by now if they have your address.

I felt my blood turn cold as I read more and more accounts of free Littles being tricked by them. There weren’t any cases of Mids being hoodwinked, but that could have been better hidden. A glance over to my roommates’ bed was more than enough proof that the line between us wasn’t so vast to save me.

As bad as that account was, the ones that bothered me more were the ones from Littles, who supposedly managed to sneak access to their ‘parents’ computers and write about the products being tested on them. Some of it was… ‘innocent’ enough; formula and baby food were tested to see if it tasted good and would be eaten. ‘Someone has to do that…’ I had thought to myself while wrinkling my nose about some of their descriptions of it tasting like vomit... However, others were being tested to see what effects they could have on the Littles.

For some Amazons, it was known that they just liked the fight that a Little would give them. A Little that constantly screamed how they weren’t a baby but kept on having forced accidents gave them some sort of sick pleasure…? I didn’t claim to understand what it did for them, but they liked battling them until they broke them. Those Bigs tended to be the ones that snatched Littles off the streets. Others preferred to ease them into their forced babyhood with more chemical or hypnotic influences to ‘calm’ them. Some foods seemed to work like that, inhibiting their cognitive abilities. One of the accounts was from a twenty-four-year-old woman. She and her twin sister had recently been forcibly adopted while they were out shopping together. LittleFoods used her as a control versus her sister in a ‘twins’ study. Her poor sisters’ teeth had just plain fallen out of her mouth one day without warning, and now she couldn’t even say ‘mama’ after eating the testing foods for only two weeks!

She claimed her adopted ‘parents’ were now calling her the big sister and were unhappy with how far LittleFoods products had pushed her sister. ‘They probably wanted to take her teeth out the old-fashioned way?!?’ I groaned.

It was with the full knowledge I was about to go on a date with the daughter of Satan that I dressed in my sports coat. I didn’t wear a tie since she didn’t say it was needed, hoping to look a little less like I was a Little playing dress up. My scruffy beard wasn’t doing too bad for having been growing for not quite a week. My dad could grow one fully in a week, and I was already close. I shaved the spots that I wasn’t growing out carefully before getting dressed, combed my hair, and hoped Addison would like me in the right way that night!

After a quick last trip to the restroom, I soon found myself walking towards her dorm. I noted that it was much nearer Wenig than mine. My look was definitely drawing some unwanted attention from the Bigs around me. Giggles stares, and… well, I walked with a purpose up to her dorm and messaged her I was there.

“You here to see someone, sweetie?” A surprised sound from a tall girl who seemed a bit older.

“Umm… yes, I’m supposed to meet my friend here.”

My phone dinged, ‘Need a few minutes more; I’m in room three-fifteen. If you can get someone to let you in, you can come to my room.’

“Who is it?”

“Addison, she’s in room three-fifteen; any chance you could please swipe me in?” I asked her.

“Really, Addy?”

“Yes, I can wait down here still, but she just said she needs a bit more time.”

“Tell you what, let me help you find her room,” she said with a bit of glee in her voice that made no bones about her seeing a Mid just as easy to tame as a little.

“Umm… Thanks,” I told the tall girl with a forced smile.

“What are you all dressed up for?” She asked me in the short elevator ride.

“We’re going out to dinner somewhere tonight since I’ve been helping her with her Chemistry class.”

“Oh… really?” She asked, kind of surprised.

I followed the unwanted guide out of the elevator and down the hallway to her room’s suite. As soon as the door opened, I could tell this was an upgraded room from my own. These rooms had just been built in the last year, and you could tell! There was a small lounge with a large TV hanging over a gas fireplace to my right, while a full kitchen and breakfast bar with stools sat to my left. They even had a small dining room table that could probably sit six people comfortably all to themselves there!

A door was open that I could see labeled three-fifteen. “Addison, I brought you a guest?” She said skeptically.

“Thanks, Danae; I appreciate you letting him in! Come on in, Cameron, you look good!”

I turned to the giant who had led me in, “Thanks,” and stepped into a nice large single room. Ironically now that I was roommate-less, my double now meant that I had a bigger space to myself - but this one was still more than big enough for one person. As she closed the door behind her, I got a look at what she was wearing and nearly had my eyes fall out. “You look even prettier than normal, Addy,” I told her.

She was wearing a black, short mini-dress, with the bodice squared off and held up with two thin spaghetti straps. It was a sheath style and hugged her lovely and proportional curves! Her breasts were featured, but the fact that she didn’t have gigantically out-of-proportion breasts was something I liked! While she was a phenomenally tall Big, she was very skinny.

“Thanks, Cameron,” She told me with a smile. “I just need to go to the bathroom quickly; then we can be off?”

She looked at me, and I half expected her to ask if I needed to go too, but she shook her head and walked out.

“Okay,” I told her.

I blanched when I looked above her desk and saw a printed picture of her holding a baby boy sitting on a small end table by her bed… it wasn’t a baby boy, though. Very clearly a well-muscled Little without his shirt on, being bottle-fed by her.

I was going to play it off when she arrived a moment later, but she said, “Oh, that’s my new baby brother, I guess…” she told me.

“You guess?”

“Mom apparently lasted two weeks with one daughter out of the house, and last Sunday decided to adopt a Little who spilled a coke in the food court of the mall she was at.”

“That’s all he did to get adopted…?” I asked.

“Yeah… I mean, he’s actually sort of sweet when he’s drinking a bottle of Mom’s milk, but I don’t really think he deserved to lose his life over one silly accident. Hell, I drop stuff all of the time…”

I looked up at her and said, “You’re one of the rare ones then, Addy.” I sighed, “I hope you’ll never think of me needing that…?”

She smiled, “You’re way too mature to be in that boat. Not to mention an inch taller than allowable normally.”

“Normally,” I nodded in agreement, “Shall we go to dinner?” I asked.

“Let’s!” She said and led me out.

I couldn’t help but feel like a toddler when I walked beside her. The two of us drew more than a few stares as we walked out of the dorm and to her car in the parking garage. Even though she was already way too tall, she wore heels that raised her height even further.

Knowing her family was well off, I wasn’t surprised when we approached a very nice car… but this was something else. “That’s almost as beautiful as you,” I found myself saying as I looked at a two-passenger sports car. The lines on it were amazing, and while I didn’t pay much attention to cars, I knew this was a top-of-the-line, barely street-legal, performance race car.

She opened the passenger door for me, “I know you technically are past having to sit in a car seat because you’re tall enough, but for my piece of mind, would you mind riding on that booster seat?”

A simple booster seat with no back sat ready on the passenger seat. I was annoyed because I would have to sit on it without looking like a jerk, but I was excited because I had never ridden in the front seat of a car before. Being as short as I was, I had even been relegated to the back when I had finally passed the legal requirement of the safety seat in the spring.

I noticed then that even the booster seat was covered in leather. I nodded, “I hate it, but I’ll do it.”

She smiled, “Well, at least you’re honest with me.”

I clambered up onto the seat and found it was easier to get into with the car’s low height. I climbed onto the booster and took the seatbelt she’d grabbed to offer me. I buckled it myself, and she closed the door.

She buckled herself in and backed out. When she was clear of the garage, I found out that the race car look wasn’t just for show! I was pushed back into the seat as she accelerated at a completely irresponsible speed. I couldn’t help but say, “All right!”

Addison laughed, “Sorry, I probably should slow down a bit with you in the car.”

“Don’t slow down on my account; I think it’s awesome!”

“Maybe one of these weekends we can go out to the track together,” she said with a smile.

“That would be fun!” I told her. “Why’d you pick this car? I mean, besides, it’s awesome?”

“I told Daddy I wanted a sports car for my eighteenth birthday. We had to search for one that worked for my height. Most of them, I hit my head when I try to sit down in them,” she explained. “Henry here has just enough headroom for my dad and me. Mom can’t drive him, though,” she said with a laugh. “First time Dad and I have ever appreciated our difference in height from my mom!”

She eventually got snarled in some traffic and had to drive like a responsible young lady. It was just in time to avoid getting caught by a cop, too, so it worked out in the end!

About ten minutes later, she pulled up to the stand of a valet at a restaurant. I unbuckled my seat and hopped out as a man opened the door for me. I straightened my shirt and coat and smiled up at her as she came around. “Please take care of him,” she told the valet.

“Yes, Ms. Harris, we’ll baby him like always,” the man told her. The voice was a little bit intimidated by her.

She came around and said to me, “Shall we?”

I walked into a restaurant I’d heard about from some friends who had spent way too much money on their meal for prom the year before. I knew it was supposed to be not just locally renowned, but they’d also received some serious global awards. A starter at this restaurant costs four meals at a normal restaurant! I was slightly uncomfortable as she led me inside, “Ah, Ms. Harris, it’s good to see you again. I have your reservation here for two, but didn’t realize a Little was your… umm… guest?”

“He’s actually a Mid, but that doesn’t matter for you, does it?”

“Umm… no, ma’am… but we will need a couple minutes to find a high chair…?”

“A booster seat would be more appropriate, don’t you think?” she suggested.

“Umm… yes Miss… One moment…”

I blushed at the blatant discrimination I was almost sure would have happened if I had been with anyone else. Soon we were led to a tabletop for two covered in a beautiful white linen tablecloth, a lit candle in the center, and a chair with a booster opposite a normal chair. I was going to begin to pull Addy’s chair out for her, but one of the wait staff was already there. Another held my chair and unexpectedly picked me up and sat me down. When they started to do the belt, I said, “Excuse me, sir, I don’t need that.”

“Miss?” They asked.

“He doesn’t,” she told him. They handed her a menu and looked uncertain with mine, “For Pete’s sake, please give him the regular menu. He’s not a Little.”

“Yes, Miss…” the man said and handed me a huge oversized menu board to look over. It was only one page long and seemed to be set up where you chose one of a few options for multiple courses. A sign of just how exclusive the place was, there were no prices on the menu!

“Order whatever you want,” Addison told me, “Trust me, it’s all fantastic!”

“Okay,” I said tentatively. I looked and chose my way through lobster, filet mignon, and scallops as the centerpieces of three of the courses. A soup and a dessert were also selected in my mind before the waiter returned.

“Have you decided, Miss?” The waiter asked her.

She gave me a look that I nodded to, “Yes, I’ll have…” she listed off her order.

“Is your little boy going to just share?”

“He’s not a Little, and he will order himself. Ask him,” she seethed. “If you or your staff forgets that one more time, I will never return, and I’ll make sure my friends don’t either….”

“Sorry, Miss, I’ll make sure everyone knows…”

“Sir?” He asked me nervously.

I went down the board and gave him my choices before he said, “We’ll have the first course out here shortly.”

“Thanks,” I said along with Addison.

She looked at me, “Does that always happen?”

I shrugged, “It helps when I’m on campus because the littles wearing the uniforms set them apart from me a bit more.”

When the food finally started coming out, I felt it was more than worth a little bit of embarrassment. Courses were small for an Amazon size, which meant pretty large for me. I still managed to devour each course and dessert but felt bloated out of proportion at the end. “That was amazing!” I told her with a smile. “Thank you for dinner.”

“You’re very welcome,” she told me. “I must slip off to the lady’s room before we go.”

“I’ll hit the gents then, too,” I told her with a smile.

I slid off the booster seat and walked beside her to the restroom. There was a short urinal that I could just make work for me. I zipped my pants and managed to just barely reach up to the sink. An air dryer for my hands was just out of reach, but I could hop up and get it to register my hands and dry them as best as possible. I was just about to struggle and open the door when it suddenly slammed open and just missed me, “Sorry about that little guy,” the man said.

I shrugged and waited in the hallway for Addison. “Waiting for your mommy?” a girl asked me as she came out.

“Friend,” I told her assertively.

She looked like she was about to argue, but when Addison stepped out and said, “Ready to go, Cameron?” the shorter girl backed off.

“Sure, Addy,” I told her with a smile.

“Where to next?” she asked me.

“I don’t know, you’d only mentioned dinner?”

“We could go catch a movie? Or maybe just head back and hang out at my place?” She suggested.

“Your place?”

“My dorm suite,” she said with a smile and reminded me, “I have a single.”

“So do I,” I told her.

“How?”

“Well… my roommate was moved to Wenig last weekend.”

“Was he a little?”

“No,” I told her. “Actually, Jason was taller than me,” I said as we came to a stop light, and she looked over at me.

“Why’d he get moved then?”

“Apparently, he had an accident when he was involved in underage drinking?”

“You seen him since?”

“Briefly in Chem class the other day… he had a rather epic accident. I don’t think I’ll see him again,” I told her.

“Sorry,” she said.

I shrugged, “It is what it is; he chose to get drunk…?” I told her.

“True,” she said. “So, where are we heading?”

It was a sign that I wasn’t a Little that I could make a choice at all. “Seems a shame we got dressed up for one thing; how about that movie?” I suggested.

“Sounds good!” She smiled.

I was carded to see the action film she chose, but with a more upscale theater, I didn’t need a booster seat to have an unobstructed screen view. Midway through the film, she pushed up the armrest I had been awkwardly trying not to lean on for her to have. A large arm swept me closer, and I found myself cuddled up next to her for the rest of the film.

On the one hand, I was nervous about going into a position with her that might be fitting for a Little. Still, her body was soft and warm, and I quickly grew comfortable next to her. ‘She stood up for me all evening,’ I thought with a smile as she squeezed me tighter during a tense moment in the film. We both smiled as we walked out the door to her car that night.

Back at school, she insisted on walking me to my dorm to say goodnight. She knelt down at the door and said, “I had a really great time, Cameron.”

“Me too, Addy,” I replied as I looked into her big beautiful eyes.

It was then that she leaned in and kissed me on the lips. It wasn’t a chaste kiss, but it wasn’t a full-on make-out session either… it was somewhere between. I said, “Wow,” as she pulled away, “Thanks for going out with me tonight.”

“No problem, I’ll call you tomorrow, Cam,” she told me.

I practically buzzed my way to the room that night, so energized from what was, in fact, a DATE with a dream girl! It was a bit awkward with our height difference being so extreme. Still, my dad had always told me that love in the relationship counted more than any physical differences.

That night I finally saw that maybe he was right!