Heading Home of course!

It was a scant twenty minutes until their stop. Both of them either tired from a day at work or being out and about. Christina hops right up out of Nicolas's lap, sandals blinking their multicolored lights, she grabs his hand to walk off the bus. The occasional non-petite complimenting her on how cute she was in the babyspeak that Christina had protested before the ride as condescending but now relished as affirmation of her sexy petite demeanor.

Nicolas certainly felt like an adult leading a child, from the way her pigtails swayed with each skip of her step. But unlike a child, she threatened a flash of sideboob as the shortalls low cut let her short short crop top be on display, no bra interfering with the view. The walk up to their apartment certainly was quiet as she firmly kept her thumb in her mouth. Her transformation from this morning to now was like night and day.

Those transformations were not limited to just her clothing though, as the door was opened and a differently decorated apartment greeted Nicolas. A few toys were scattered on the floor. A cutesy plastic padded mat was on the coffee table. A shoerack by the door showed off Christina's variety of shiny mary janes, different colors of velcro sandals, sneakers that had cartoon characters he didn't recognize on them.

The kitchenette had a large chair with removable tray, and restraining straps all over it. On the counter by the sink, the drying rack had several upended bottles ready to use. The entertainment center had more colorful dvd and videogame cases than before. The wall calender was Petite Angel branded, some different divison of Victoria's Secret with petite models posed either in corsets with tiny cherub wings or in decorated onesies with holes along the sides and in the chest to tease cleavage and show skin.

As Nicolas drank these changes in, Christina brought up another one. With hands around her ankles, the little latina had fully bent over to show off her padded posterior.

"C'mon Nic! Check me and we can play!" She demanded.

Cupping the pillowy crotch, she hadn't been changed that long ago so she was clean and dry, but now was not the time for Nicolas to give a half hearted inspection. He groped, grabbed, rubbed, and patted his lover's rear with both hands. With her ass being his responsibility he could count on getting to enjoy the feel and view way more often than before the book.