Mail To: Nikō, AKA, Namiko Nao
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 20
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Nikō, real name Namiko Nao, shortened in her first class outside her home country to just Niko, was beyond ecstatic at the news she was going to be receiving you in the mail. It'd all come...quick. Incredibly quick in fact. You'd messaged her about being a self-warming pair of panties, asking to come visit her, then she'd gotten a notification to expect a package in a few days with you in it! She hadn't really thought of you mailing yourself. It would make things quicker, that was for sure, and much cheaper. Frugality was a love of the girl.
In any event, once she'd heard to expect you in a package, she was checking her mail. Every, single, day. She'd thought of you so often over these years, for so many different reasons.
You were much like her, in some way, a fish out of water. A stranger to the wider culture she was finding herself in. Someone without much of a basis in the world, someone drifting around, finding....
Nikō opened her mailbox, hoping the envelope she'd just yanked out of the box was you, and skipped to her apartment.
***
Nikō may have been having a romantic time, but you were not, nowhere near romantic. Anti-romantic in fact. Shaped into a pair of panties, self-warming panties as Irina had described you so poetically, you were dreading the trip. You assumed Nikō was to be your destination. First, you'd been piled together with all the other mail.
Next came sortition. You were placed with a scanty amount of other mail you imagined was other international mailing. Then came what you realized would be the worst part of the trip. The waiting. If waiting was torturous, waiting while being incapable of being reformed was horrific. Your envelope, a prison of paper, was small enough to make movement and squirming almost impossible. Combine that with an increasing stack of other mail on top of you, pressing down, and your squirming was as useful as swimming up a waterfall. So it wasn't just waiting. It was terribly boring, mulling over your thoughts, waiting. Atleast you weren't waiting between Irina's cheeks.
Irina had totally, well, ruined your relationship. Your life maybe. As you had minutes, then hours, then days, to plan, you considered it more and more. Your first thing would be explaining the mixup to Nikō. After that, getting back to your girlfriend, reaching out to her, explaining how everything had gone terribly bad.
But that first holdup was your concern. Nikō was...interesting. She came from Asia, a place where you would be worried about being judged for your lack of stature. She'd always assured you, when your tutoring sessions were done and while you waited on Cassie to finish class, that she'd be your tour guide for her home country. Still, she seemed slightly...vindictive in some way. Not towards you, no, but towards Cassie. Her strong dislike for the girl was most evident by her fleeing the second she knew Cassie would be coming to meetup with you, only responding to her texts.
You two had left on great terms. Nikō left behind a good friend group, and seemed to get sucked into life as college graduate working at a business; still, upon helping her pack, she'd seem sad to leave. Her sadness was only broken by hearing Cassie was coming to say bye, and with that, she hoped in the next taxi, disappearing with only a tight hug and a chrysanthemum bouquet in your hands.
***
You'd thought even more over the trip. About how to repair everything with Cassie, delete your social media...everything. But really, as your package stopped moving, and you heard a foreign language or two, you prepared yourself. The top of your envelope was beginning to be tore, and a hand reached down, grasping you.
Just who had received you?
In any event, once she'd heard to expect you in a package, she was checking her mail. Every, single, day. She'd thought of you so often over these years, for so many different reasons.
You were much like her, in some way, a fish out of water. A stranger to the wider culture she was finding herself in. Someone without much of a basis in the world, someone drifting around, finding....
Nikō opened her mailbox, hoping the envelope she'd just yanked out of the box was you, and skipped to her apartment.
***
Nikō may have been having a romantic time, but you were not, nowhere near romantic. Anti-romantic in fact. Shaped into a pair of panties, self-warming panties as Irina had described you so poetically, you were dreading the trip. You assumed Nikō was to be your destination. First, you'd been piled together with all the other mail.
Next came sortition. You were placed with a scanty amount of other mail you imagined was other international mailing. Then came what you realized would be the worst part of the trip. The waiting. If waiting was torturous, waiting while being incapable of being reformed was horrific. Your envelope, a prison of paper, was small enough to make movement and squirming almost impossible. Combine that with an increasing stack of other mail on top of you, pressing down, and your squirming was as useful as swimming up a waterfall. So it wasn't just waiting. It was terribly boring, mulling over your thoughts, waiting. Atleast you weren't waiting between Irina's cheeks.
Irina had totally, well, ruined your relationship. Your life maybe. As you had minutes, then hours, then days, to plan, you considered it more and more. Your first thing would be explaining the mixup to Nikō. After that, getting back to your girlfriend, reaching out to her, explaining how everything had gone terribly bad.
But that first holdup was your concern. Nikō was...interesting. She came from Asia, a place where you would be worried about being judged for your lack of stature. She'd always assured you, when your tutoring sessions were done and while you waited on Cassie to finish class, that she'd be your tour guide for her home country. Still, she seemed slightly...vindictive in some way. Not towards you, no, but towards Cassie. Her strong dislike for the girl was most evident by her fleeing the second she knew Cassie would be coming to meetup with you, only responding to her texts.
You two had left on great terms. Nikō left behind a good friend group, and seemed to get sucked into life as college graduate working at a business; still, upon helping her pack, she'd seem sad to leave. Her sadness was only broken by hearing Cassie was coming to say bye, and with that, she hoped in the next taxi, disappearing with only a tight hug and a chrysanthemum bouquet in your hands.
***
You'd thought even more over the trip. About how to repair everything with Cassie, delete your social media...everything. But really, as your package stopped moving, and you heard a foreign language or two, you prepared yourself. The top of your envelope was beginning to be tore, and a hand reached down, grasping you.
Just who had received you?
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March 28, 2025
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