Girl Talk
My name is Jill Tiny
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
rainman1131
An hour later, Jackie and both Jills were lounging on the second-floor deck of Jill's house, a two-story, five foot tall structure abutting the rear wall of yet another large room in the underground complex.
Young Jill, sitting in a wonderfully comfortably, miniature chaise lounge, looked out over the railing at the full-sized living room set that sat outside the Director's model-sized house. "Everything in your house is just our size, Jill, and I love it! But what's the deal with the big people furniture out there?"
Twenty-four-year-old Jill held up the ice tea pitcher to her younger counterpart, who held up her still mostly full glass, smiling.
"That furniture's for big people company, Jill, like Cindy. I think you'll find that we try to accommodate all sizes here. Not much like the world you come from, is it?"
The young girl shook her head. "I always had to sleep in a big bed, eat at a big table, go to the bathroom in a..." Jill blushed, then continued. "Well, you know what I mean."
Jackie laughed. She was leaning against the deck railing, a glass of white wine in her hand, her face was slightly flushed. "Kid, you just haven't lived until you've crapped in a commode that actually fits your tiny ass."
"Jackie!" Ms. Keeper cried, stepping up to the railing and slapping at Jackie's shoulder.
Young Jill laughed. "It's okay, Jill. That's the Jackie I know and love."
Jackie's eyes narrowed, and she stabbed an accusing finger at the young girl. "I don't know what you and that other Jackie have been up to, kid, but I'll have you know I don't swing that way."
The young girl snorted. "My God, Jackie, you're still such a smart ass! Some people mature with age, you know."
"Hey, I have matured, squirt," Jackie said indignantly. "It's that giant tart Cindy who hasn't changed. Hell, right about now I'll bet she has your three little friends dressed up in cute clothes, and all tucked into her doll house beds."
"Cindy has a doll house?" asked young Jill.
"No," her older self replied, smiling. "Cindy has a small apartment here, and she has some little furniture set around on her kitchen and living room tables, just for guests." She clucked her tongue at Jackie. "Why do you always give Cindy such a hard time? She's the sweetest person in the world, and she's always treated us well."
"Really?" Jackie raised her eyebrows, then took a big swig of her wine. "How about the time she gave me to her niece for a birthday present?"
The older Jill shook her head at the younger one. "That's not true, Jill. It was only for the day. Like renting a clown."
"Ha, ha, Madame Director," said Jackie, frowning. "You're hilarious. Next time, you can be the party doll."
Later, when the two women and the girl were taking a tour of Jill's home, a random thought occurred to the young Jill. "Jill," she said. "I was just wondering, Cindy said before that those awful aliens that captured us don't exist in this reality. I think she also said that this complex and the time travel thing are alien technology. What's up with that?"
The senior Jill motioned to the dark-haired woman. "Jackie?"
Jackie nodded. "Okay, kid, it's like this. We think the aliens came here from God knows where about a hundred years ago, and constructed this place in secret. They used it as a base of operations, from which they could observe, and ultimately capture and experiment on humans. Some humans, those Men in Black government types, even aided the aliens in their work. In exchange for betraying their fellow man, they received some of the alien technology."
"Quislings," remarked young Jill absently.
Jackie smiled down at the pretty blond. "That's right. I forgot that I was talking to the history junkie. Anyway, all this went on until the mid-fifties. Then the aliens began to die. Just a few at first. Their doctors, for all their technical brilliance, coudn't figure it out. Within a month of the first cases, every one of those bug eyed squids was showing symptoms. A month after that, they were all dead."
Young Jill looked up at Jackie, puzzled. "What caused it?"
Jackie shrugged. "Nobody knows. Best guess? One of our Earth viruses mutated into a form that was lethal to the aliens. War of the Worlds. They came here to conquer us, but before they could, they died from the common cold."
Young Jill whistled softly. "Wow."
Jackie nodded. "They're pretty much scared shitless when it comes to us and our little world. To them, we're the monsters."
"So," replied young Jill, nodding herself. "I guess the Men in Black don't run things here anymore, either?"
The elder Jill smiled. "Nope. There was a coup of sorts."
Jill's young face filled with curiosity. "Tell me about it."
The older woman nodded. "Yes, Jill, I'll tell you all about it, in time." She had stopped in front of a door at the end of a short hall. "Right now, though, I'd like you to meet my son."
Jill's eyes widened. "You have a son?"
Young Jill, sitting in a wonderfully comfortably, miniature chaise lounge, looked out over the railing at the full-sized living room set that sat outside the Director's model-sized house. "Everything in your house is just our size, Jill, and I love it! But what's the deal with the big people furniture out there?"
Twenty-four-year-old Jill held up the ice tea pitcher to her younger counterpart, who held up her still mostly full glass, smiling.
"That furniture's for big people company, Jill, like Cindy. I think you'll find that we try to accommodate all sizes here. Not much like the world you come from, is it?"
The young girl shook her head. "I always had to sleep in a big bed, eat at a big table, go to the bathroom in a..." Jill blushed, then continued. "Well, you know what I mean."
Jackie laughed. She was leaning against the deck railing, a glass of white wine in her hand, her face was slightly flushed. "Kid, you just haven't lived until you've crapped in a commode that actually fits your tiny ass."
"Jackie!" Ms. Keeper cried, stepping up to the railing and slapping at Jackie's shoulder.
Young Jill laughed. "It's okay, Jill. That's the Jackie I know and love."
Jackie's eyes narrowed, and she stabbed an accusing finger at the young girl. "I don't know what you and that other Jackie have been up to, kid, but I'll have you know I don't swing that way."
The young girl snorted. "My God, Jackie, you're still such a smart ass! Some people mature with age, you know."
"Hey, I have matured, squirt," Jackie said indignantly. "It's that giant tart Cindy who hasn't changed. Hell, right about now I'll bet she has your three little friends dressed up in cute clothes, and all tucked into her doll house beds."
"Cindy has a doll house?" asked young Jill.
"No," her older self replied, smiling. "Cindy has a small apartment here, and she has some little furniture set around on her kitchen and living room tables, just for guests." She clucked her tongue at Jackie. "Why do you always give Cindy such a hard time? She's the sweetest person in the world, and she's always treated us well."
"Really?" Jackie raised her eyebrows, then took a big swig of her wine. "How about the time she gave me to her niece for a birthday present?"
The older Jill shook her head at the younger one. "That's not true, Jill. It was only for the day. Like renting a clown."
"Ha, ha, Madame Director," said Jackie, frowning. "You're hilarious. Next time, you can be the party doll."
Later, when the two women and the girl were taking a tour of Jill's home, a random thought occurred to the young Jill. "Jill," she said. "I was just wondering, Cindy said before that those awful aliens that captured us don't exist in this reality. I think she also said that this complex and the time travel thing are alien technology. What's up with that?"
The senior Jill motioned to the dark-haired woman. "Jackie?"
Jackie nodded. "Okay, kid, it's like this. We think the aliens came here from God knows where about a hundred years ago, and constructed this place in secret. They used it as a base of operations, from which they could observe, and ultimately capture and experiment on humans. Some humans, those Men in Black government types, even aided the aliens in their work. In exchange for betraying their fellow man, they received some of the alien technology."
"Quislings," remarked young Jill absently.
Jackie smiled down at the pretty blond. "That's right. I forgot that I was talking to the history junkie. Anyway, all this went on until the mid-fifties. Then the aliens began to die. Just a few at first. Their doctors, for all their technical brilliance, coudn't figure it out. Within a month of the first cases, every one of those bug eyed squids was showing symptoms. A month after that, they were all dead."
Young Jill looked up at Jackie, puzzled. "What caused it?"
Jackie shrugged. "Nobody knows. Best guess? One of our Earth viruses mutated into a form that was lethal to the aliens. War of the Worlds. They came here to conquer us, but before they could, they died from the common cold."
Young Jill whistled softly. "Wow."
Jackie nodded. "They're pretty much scared shitless when it comes to us and our little world. To them, we're the monsters."
"So," replied young Jill, nodding herself. "I guess the Men in Black don't run things here anymore, either?"
The elder Jill smiled. "Nope. There was a coup of sorts."
Jill's young face filled with curiosity. "Tell me about it."
The older woman nodded. "Yes, Jill, I'll tell you all about it, in time." She had stopped in front of a door at the end of a short hall. "Right now, though, I'd like you to meet my son."
Jill's eyes widened. "You have a son?"
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