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He’s no taller than my pinkie, but I love nothing more than our tiny little make-out sessions. I love how his miniature body feels against my giant lips. To prepare for our session, I sit at my vanity and tap my nails along the polished wood surface. The rapping sound alerts my little playmate that I’m here. Large bulbs line the vanity mirror, highlighting my reflection and showcasing how large I am compared to my make-out partner. There is no hiding from me under such magnificent lighting.
Carefully, I reach for the lid on my jewelry box and up springs the pretty ballerina. She twirls shakily on her tip toes to a beautifully haunting melody. The little square mirror inside is old, and splotches are missing from years of staring beyond the tiny dancer. My shiny lip gloss tube slowly begins to lift, and I smile. “There you are,” I coo down into the small sections of the jewelry box.
