“Hey don’t scared. It’s alright my little dude, I won’t hurt you. It was one thing for my punish that jerk, but I have nothing against you, you’re good people.” Jaz says as she reaches to you and pats your tiny head.
Seemingly trust worthy, you allow it and believe her words, becoming less anxious and on guard.
Sensing you calm down, Jaz picks you up and brings you to her face so that she can hear you speak.
Now that she can hear you, you decide to ask her what she meant by calling you good people?
Hearing your question, Jaz laughs at the squeak like voice she hears from you, pushing her finger against you and teasing you as she finds you funny like a toy in her hand.
“Well it means what it means. Basically you, and your friends are the only ones in our grade that are remotely nice to me or don’t outright avoid me. You and your pretty boy friend always acknowledge me and say hi or remind of things were the other kids in class would ignore me or not tell me anything. Your pink haired friend is a bit of airhead, but that seems to just make her genuinely nice as she even tries to talk and act like she’s friends with me despite other kids telling her to avoid me. And your moody friend and I have similar tastes so she talks to me about that stuff now and again.” Jaz replies, still rubbing her finger onto you as she tries to tickle your tiny body, and you do your best to cover you tiny manhood from her.
Having received your answer, you move on to the next question, and eventually tire and allow her to treat you like a doll. After all you saw hers, it’s only fair…
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