Harriet

Harriet went on easily enough. She was truly very short and that made Wendell cringe when he suddenly felt himself shrink about a half foot. He also felt the unpleasant grind of faint underarm stubble. Harriet, had apparently had a late morning or had planned on shaving later. There was regrettably not much time to explore beyond the visual as another class would be arriving shortly and Professor Madison would surely have somewhere to be soon. Harriet had very perky, small breasts, and very thick, dark pubic hair.

With Harriet's jeans, red t-shirt, sunglasses, and denim jacket on, Wendell plucked up both his own bag that he'd packed his clothes in and Harriet's, then reinflated Professor Madison. He left the small room as Professor Madison let out a small groan. He began stepping casually out of the lecture hall as another student made their way in.

Huh. So, I guess I didn't think this through... How do I find Georgia? I don't know her phone number. I also don't have money for a payphone on me anyway, come to think of it. I should really buy one of those cellular phones. I could probably afford a few minutes-

"Where are you going?" Georgia was thrusting an arm up under Wendell's to walk beside him. She was laughing. "You looked pretty deep in thought there." She steered Wendell away from the hall he was absent mindedly moving down and toward an exit door.

"I just sorta got caught up thinking."

"Really? What about?" Georgia was tall, taller than Wendell was normally, and now he was about shoulder height with her. Georgia was in a white, ribbed sweater and jeans, and wore a matching hairband to keep her dark hair out of her face. Wendell didn't have a good response.

"Just life and...stuff."

"Well, whatever it is can wait," Georgia guided Wendell out of the doors and out in the fresh autumn air. "You promised me some licorice at the theater tonight."

"Yeah, uh. Totally." Wendell was escorted out and across campus by Georgia.

--

The movie was apparently a slasher flick that Georgia had been dying to see. They'd both eaten dinner, fast food cheeseburgers, where Georgia commented that "Harriet" was being quieter than usual. Wendell had done his best to avoid any subjects that might give himself away, and found out that Georgia could talk at great length unabated about film. By the time they had gotten into the car, she was still talking at length about Wes Caven and horror movies while she had driven the two to the theater. Wendell couldn't really care less about horror films regardless of the director, but he had enjoyed the movie well enough. Now they were leaving the theater parking lot, to retire to Georgia's apartment. Wendell was in the passenger seat looking over and he could really see the appeal of Georgia. Bouncy and full of enthusiasm, there was something about how she smiled and gestured while talking.

"Two killers, huh? Can't say I saw it coming, but you kinda had to know that there was going to be some kind of twist. The lead was pretty cute, yeah?" The streetlights passing by made Georgia's face alternate between light and shadow.

"She was actually," Wendell nodded.

"It was a bit silly when they killed Fonzie though, with the music and all," Georgia turned the steering wheel rounding a corner.

I have no clue who that is.

"It did not disappoint though. What about you? Did you like it?"

"I..." Wendell struggled to find something to say other than, "liked it."

Georgia chuckled as she stopped for a traffic light. "I know, that it's not really your thing. Thanks for coming with me, anyway." Georgia rested her hand on Harriet's thigh.

Whew. Honestly I gotta quit winging this stuff. I'm gonna get caught.

--

Georgia pulled Wendell up the stairs to her apartment. With Harriet's short body, he was actually pretty clumsy going up. When they got to the door, Georgia explained: "Linda is out for the evening."

"Really?" Wendell was feeling very confident about the evening knowing that they were about to be alone in Georgia's apartment. He thought for a moment if he new anyone named Linda as Georgia turned the key into the lock and got the door open. It was dark inside and she pulled Wendell inside. Once they were in, Georgia flicked on a hall light.

Wow, this apartment is kinda...crappy.

The flat, white, wall paint was smudged and marked all over and even chipped on some of the corners. The aged wood floors were beaten up. The furniture was mis-matched and secondhand and was all frayed at the corners. Wendell's ability to look about was only temporary. Georgia was pulling him towards a bedroom by Harriet's jacket collar.

"I have been thinking about you all night." Georgia pulled Wendell into a kiss. She had to bend quite far over to connect.

Oh yeah. Finally!

Georgia still tasted of cherry licorice, and as she pulled the two of them up against a door, she twisted the handel without looking and kicked it open. She flicked on the light with a smile and started to back up, letting go of Wendell. Her room was small and cluttered, with clothes and cosmetics scattered about. Georgia's bed was only a twin, but Wendell was sure that it would work fine for what he wanted to do on it.

"So, have I," Wendell started pulling off Harriet's jacket. Georgia pulled her sweater up over her head and her shirt came up with it, showing her small bra. Georgia was nearly flat chested it seemed. She tossed them aside as Wendell was getting Harriet's shirt off. Georgia leaned back, falling onto her bed. She kicked off her shoes and beckoned to Wendell to join her. Still in Harriet's bra, he fumbled to get her shoes off and stepped forward to Georgia, and the woman took Harriet's hands, and guided them to her jeans. Wendell undid her belt and pulled it off hearing the leather work it's way around Georgia's waist. Watching Georgia smile and stretch her arms above her head, Wendell undid her jean's button, and unzipped them. He put his fingers inside Georgia's jeans and her underwear and Georgia lifted her hips to help him strip them away. As they came down, Wendell was totally caught off guard.

What the fuck?

Georgia had a massive cock. It was definitely longer than Wendell's own and from this angle it looked titanic. Georgia could see the look on Harriet's face.

"What? Everything ok?"

This is not what I expected, at all. Fuck... I gotta... huh.

Harriet's underwear was soaked through.

I... just-will it even fit? I... fuck... what do I even do with it?