"Dear," she says, "you've got to get up. We have to visit Elizabeth in an hour." She leaves your room to get dressed.
You sigh and hoist your legs out and onto the ground. Elizabeth was your doctor. She was the doctor who assisted in your birth, or whatever that's called. She was taller than your mother, and while certainly not as "gifted" as Carolyn, Elizabeth was beautiful in her own right. She was one of those taller, more slender women that looked absolutely dashing in a long red or black jacket. She had long dark hair and equally mesmerizing eyes. She obviously took great care of herself cosmetically.
Since your birth, she's been your only doctor, pretty much. You see her a lot. It's the policy of that hospital that registered tinies must have biannual checkups, probably because they're much more prone to injury or exhaustion that normals, for clear reasons. So you go every November and May, November being the month of your birth.
It's a week before your birthday, it might as well be noted.
You put the desk back up that Carolyn had knocked over, and pick some clothes out of the miniature dresser you also had. Your room was essentially just a bunch of miniature furniture atop a dresser. The whole dresser is yours, though, it's not like it's kept in somebody else's room. You've got a trapdoor on the top that leads to the first drawer, where you store things, another trap door in the first drawer leading to the second, and so on. It's a small dresser, but to you it's like a house.
A really vacant house with moving parts, anyway.
You meet your mother downstairs. Your sister is still in bed.
"Ready to go?" she says, and places you in her purse. You wish she wouldn't do that, really. It's dark and a bit dangerous among her stuff in there. But for whatever reason Carolyn refuses to carry you in her cleavage like everyone else does. Nobody seems to be able to argue her out of it, so you've just figured "whatever" and stuck with the purse.
You can't sense much of anything from in there, but so far it seems you've been in and out of a car, and up several flights of stairs.
Next thing you know, you hear your name being called out.
More walking. The purse sways back and forth like a pendulum. You have to hold on to a seam in the leather to avoid being tossed around.
Carolyn removes you into the light. You're in an examination room with nobody but you and her in it. Elizabeth has yet to arrive.
"I want you to be on your best behavior, Jake. Let's not have what happened last time occur, alright?" Carolyn is serious. You get embarrassed and retort "that wasn't my fault, mom!" She refers of course to last May, when Elizabeth hadn't, let's say, notice you sitting on the examination table, and her own chair wasn't in the room. The obvious occurred. You can survive getting sit on, but Carolyn became very embarrassed having to inform Elizabeth of your whereabouts.
Carolyn just sighs and holds you tighter in her lap, as if you were going to escape or something. It really wasn't your fault, you say. You decide not to point out the presence of the doctor's chair in the room.
The door opens.
"Well hello, everyone!"
Elizabeth enters. She's wearing white scrubs.
Carolyn stands up to greet her, smiling, and you scream. She had let go of you as she rose up!
You go unheard of by the two giantesses as they shake hands.
You sigh and hoist your legs out and onto the ground. Elizabeth was your doctor. She was the doctor who assisted in your birth, or whatever that's called. She was taller than your mother, and while certainly not as "gifted" as Carolyn, Elizabeth was beautiful in her own right. She was one of those taller, more slender women that looked absolutely dashing in a long red or black jacket. She had long dark hair and equally mesmerizing eyes. She obviously took great care of herself cosmetically.
Since your birth, she's been your only doctor, pretty much. You see her a lot. It's the policy of that hospital that registered tinies must have biannual checkups, probably because they're much more prone to injury or exhaustion that normals, for clear reasons. So you go every November and May, November being the month of your birth.
It's a week before your birthday, it might as well be noted.
You put the desk back up that Carolyn had knocked over, and pick some clothes out of the miniature dresser you also had. Your room was essentially just a bunch of miniature furniture atop a dresser. The whole dresser is yours, though, it's not like it's kept in somebody else's room. You've got a trapdoor on the top that leads to the first drawer, where you store things, another trap door in the first drawer leading to the second, and so on. It's a small dresser, but to you it's like a house.
A really vacant house with moving parts, anyway.
You meet your mother downstairs. Your sister is still in bed.
"Ready to go?" she says, and places you in her purse. You wish she wouldn't do that, really. It's dark and a bit dangerous among her stuff in there. But for whatever reason Carolyn refuses to carry you in her cleavage like everyone else does. Nobody seems to be able to argue her out of it, so you've just figured "whatever" and stuck with the purse.
You can't sense much of anything from in there, but so far it seems you've been in and out of a car, and up several flights of stairs.
Next thing you know, you hear your name being called out.
More walking. The purse sways back and forth like a pendulum. You have to hold on to a seam in the leather to avoid being tossed around.
Carolyn removes you into the light. You're in an examination room with nobody but you and her in it. Elizabeth has yet to arrive.
"I want you to be on your best behavior, Jake. Let's not have what happened last time occur, alright?" Carolyn is serious. You get embarrassed and retort "that wasn't my fault, mom!" She refers of course to last May, when Elizabeth hadn't, let's say, notice you sitting on the examination table, and her own chair wasn't in the room. The obvious occurred. You can survive getting sit on, but Carolyn became very embarrassed having to inform Elizabeth of your whereabouts.
Carolyn just sighs and holds you tighter in her lap, as if you were going to escape or something. It really wasn't your fault, you say. You decide not to point out the presence of the doctor's chair in the room.
The door opens.
"Well hello, everyone!"
Elizabeth enters. She's wearing white scrubs.
Carolyn stands up to greet her, smiling, and you scream. She had let go of you as she rose up!
You go unheard of by the two giantesses as they shake hands.
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May 12, 2023
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