Mark had came back and the drive short before the car came to a stop again in a large parking lot.
The store was called LittleMart, a sleek, pastel-colored department store designed exclusively for Little care and accessorization. It stretched out beneath glowing ceiling lights and chirpy pop music like a wonderland of containment. The shelves were a carefully curated mix of consumer-grade guardianship: tiny bathtubs shaped like rubber ducks, designer carriers with breathable mesh, scented pellets sorted by flavor profile, and an entire aisle dedicated to collars.
Evan had walked in with the air of a kid entering a Build-A-Bear workshop with an unlimited gift card. Her sneakers squeaked lightly on the polished tile, her oversized hoodie draping off one shoulder as she tugged Mark’s hand excitedly.
“They redid the layout since last month,” she said with a breathless grin. “The glam section’s bigger now!”
Mark chuckled as he followed her down the aisle, keeping a quiet, watchful eye on the small person his daughter now held. Charity Stevens now small enough to fit in his duaghters crossbody bag. It was still unreal to him.
They arrived at the collar display.
It was… staggering. Rows and rows of collars stretched out before them, organized by size, color, texture, brand. A glowing digital kiosk offered filters: Functionality, Price, Comfort, Customization. Some collars were minimalist and sleek, with matte finishes and biometric integration. Others were excessive, covered in rhinestones, plush padding, even interwoven threads of gold. Tags could be laser-etched or hand-engraved. Some had QR codes. Others had charms shaped like hearts, stars, initials.
“Too stiff,” Evan muttered, fingering a pale blue strap with a Velcro clasp. “Too basic.”
She plucked up a bright red leather one with chrome studs and smirked. “Too Alejandra.”
Charity watched looking over the collars, heart pounding. Every gesture felt surreal. She wasn’t watching someone choose a leash for a dog. She was watching a child, a literal child, decide how she wanted the world to see Charity.
Eventually, Evan paused at a collar displayed under soft lights. It was blush pink, made of genuine leather with a smooth satin interior lining. Its buckle shimmered with rose gold, and a tag dangling from a tiny ring beside the clasp. It was delicate, but unmistakably binding.
“This one,” Evan whispered, more to herself than anyone else. “It’s perfect. Soft, but pretty. Strong, but not mean.”
She turned to the kiosk next to the display and tapped the touchscreen.
Tag Customization: Begin.
A keyboard lit up. Evan typed with slow, deliberate strokes:
Front Line: EVAN’S LITTLE
Font: Cursive
Color: Silver Inlay
Back Line: Property of Evan Kingsley – Contact ID #08329
Icon: Sparkling star charm
She paused and grinned at Mark. “Should I add a quote? Maybe like… ‘Handle With Care’ or ‘Too Cute to Share’?”
Mark raised an eyebrow but smiled. “Maybe keep it simple. She’s still a person, Evan.”
Evan rolled her eyes playfully. “A really adorable person.”
The machine whirred to life, and a moment later the tag was complete. It was impossibly shiny, girlish, and unmistakable in its purpose. When Evan held it up, it spun on its ring, catching the light.
Then came the fitting.
Evan reached for charity with her other hand and gently lifted Charity, cradling her in both hands. “Okay, deep breath,” she whispered, not unkindly. Her hands were warm. Slightly trembling from excitement.
Charity’s breath hitched. The store was bright, clinical, too loud. Every detail was too vivid, the synthetic scent of air fresheners, the upbeat music, the gleaming surfaces that made her feel even smaller than she already was.
She tried not to squirm. Not to pull away. But the closer the collar came, the harder it was to keep still.
“Ready?” Evan asked, as if that question meant anything anymore.
Charity nodded slowly. It was that or flinch. She chose silence.
The leather wrapped around her throat with a fluid grace. Evan fastened it carefully, smoothing the collar so it sat flush against her skin. The buckle clicked. The tag swayed.
Clink.
It was done.
The finality was like gravity itself.
Evan beamed. “You look… amazing.”
Her eyes sparkled as she brought Charity closer, holding her up to eye level like a precious gem. She turned her slightly, inspecting how the tag caught the light, how the color complemented her tiny complexion.
Mark stood behind her, arms crossed, watching it all unfold. His expression wasn’t smug or dismissive, it was paternal. Proud. Like a father seeing his daughter fulfill a promise. Or maybe honoring one.
“She’s in good hands,” he said softly, mostly to himself. “Jack would’ve wanted this. Charity loved and cared for.”
Charity heard him but couldn’t process the words. Her fingers grazed the collar, feeling each curve, each ridge, each stitch.
This was real.
It was on.
It wasn’t just the leather or the tag that made her feel owned, it was the ease of it all. The way Evan carried herself. The way the store clerk didn’t bat an eye. The way Mark watched like this was a graduation or a birthday.
And the way the world didn’t stop.
She was accessorized.
She was branded.
And everyone around her thought it was perfectly, beautifully normal.
A cheerful chime rang through the aisle as a young girl with a bouncy hair rounded the corner, tablet in hand, her voice bright and practiced.
“Hi there! Welcome to LittleMart’s Guardian Boutique, are we finding everything okay?”
She had on a blue and white vest trimmed with pink piping, and a lanyard of glittery enamel pins dangling above her name tag:
Kate Pendry Customer Service All-Star 💫 #1 Rep 4 Months Running!
Evan turned to greet her, already holding a glittery collar box in one hand and adjusting Charity’s tag with the other.
“Oh my gosh, hi!” Kate squealed when she saw the tiny girl perched on Evan’s palm. “Wait… no way. Is that, Charity? Charity Stevens?!”
Charity stiffened. She knew that voice. Perky. Relentlessly upbeat. That voice had asked to borrow pencils, chattered in the hallway between classes, organized three of their Spirit Weeks. Kate Pendry: always front row in class photos, always organizing bake sales, and always, always, too loud.
And now, she was towering above her.
Charity couldn’t even speak. She stood motionless in Evan’s palm, her new collar glinting under the lights, her tag catching the gaze like an insult.
“You look so cute!” Kate chirped. “Oh my gosh, it’s been forever. You probably don’t remember, but we had bio together last year, and your presentation on cellular respiration was, like, so iconic. And now, well, wow! You’re someone’s Little! That’s honestly so amazing! I always thought you were super cool. You are going to have so much fun. I am obsessed with your taste that collar is so adorbs.”
Evan beamed. “Thanks! She’s my first, so I’m making everything perfect.”
“Well, you came to the right place,” Kate said with a wink. “We just restocked the Luxe Guardian line last night, so if you’re into glitter, glam, or soft aesthetic girlboss vibes, I got you.”
She tapped her tablet and leaned in. “Ooh, looks like you just collared her! Have you set up your Guardian Style Match profile yet? We can scan your Little right here on the pad and build a custom fit portfolio, outfits, sleepwear, hygiene kits, even snack portions scaled to your Little’s metabolism. It is super accurate and you’ll get ten percent off your first matched order.”
Evan’s eyes widened with interest. “Wait, yes! That sounds amazing. We definitely want that.”
“Perfect!” Kate said, bouncing slightly. “If you don’t mind, just have her step into my hand, I’ll move her over to the scan pad. We’ll get everything uploaded!”
Charity hesitated. The idea of walking into Kate’s hand, her former classmate’s, felt like a fresh humiliation. But Evan gave her a gentle nudge with her finger, coaxing her forward.
“Go ahead, Charity Be good.”
With a shallow breath, Charity stepped forward. The surface of Kate’s palm was warm and smelled faintly of lotion and sanitizing gel. She stood stiffly as Kate carried her to the scan pad, humming a tune under her breath.
“Here we go! And, bloop!” Kate gently lowered Charity onto the embedded glass circle in the counter. It glowed pale blue under her feet. “Just stand still for a sec, hon. The scanner’ll do all the work.”
The soft hum of machinery surrounded her. Lights flickered beneath the glass, and laser threads danced across her limbs. On Kate’s tablet, a rotating 3D model of Charity appeared, complete with live readouts of posture, proportions, and biometric tags.
“Uploading now!” Kate announced brightly. “And syncing to your Guardian account… Evan Kingsley… done!” She gave a little twirl. “Congratulations, you now have a digitally fitted Little on your style roster! You’ll get automatic size matched recommendations across all apparel and accessories. And if you ever upgrade her collar, the system will re-sync for free.”
She scooped Charity up again, this time cradling her with the ease of someone who’d handled dozens of Littles. “She’s got excellent symmetry, by the way. Some girls have, like, micro limb skew and we have to do adjustments, but not her. Total natural.”
Kate placed Charity back into Evan’s palm and clapped once, brightly. “Anything else I can help with? Ooh! We’re running a Glitter Tag engraving promo. You can add a second ID tag with a quote, emoji, even an engraving in cursive font. I’ve seen some Guardians do, like, ‘Cutie in Charge’ or ‘Spoiled but Sweet.’ Totally adorable.”
Evan’s eyes lit up. “That is so tempting, wait, do you have heart-shaped tags?”
Kate gasped. “Do we?! Come with me, I’ll show you the SparkleLine collection. Oh, and if you post an unboxing of her outfit haul on the app, you get a free accessory in your next order. Just saying.”
As they moved down the aisle, Charity remained still in Evan’s hand, the scent of strawberry hand lotion clinging to her skin, the scan pad’s warmth fading from her feet. Her name, her shape, her data now lived in some corporate cloud, ready to accessorize.
And Kate Pendry, who had once asked to borrow her notes, was now giggling down the aisle with Evan Kingsley, happily helping the girl who now owned her pick out charm bracelets and tag fonts.
The world had shifted again. And Charity wasn’t just smaller.
She was becoming… curated.
“We just have a few more stops to make.” Evan said sweetly as she gently patted Charity on the head.
Evan beamed. “Thanks! She’s my first, so I’m making everything perfect.”
that’s telling. maybe i’m right and the little that is in the community is different from Charity. I’d make sense given Mark’s promise to her dad to keep Charity taken care of. Unless he gets indoctrinated by Cindy too, there’s no way he’d be cool with that or the training methods.
Is Mark Guardian Trained too? I’m assuming so, but want to check. just makes me think it’d be harder for Cindy to sway him if he is trained.
Charity may not think so, but I found this episode adorable, although I get the feeling she might have a mental breakdown over her situation soon, which could end up leading to a tender moment between Evan and her.
I do think Evan does care about Charity; they just need to get used to their new dynamic.
i enjoyed the good vibes in this chapter. Even the sales girl who was now a giant to little charity and now knew she was better then charity still treated her with reverence even though she was just a little in her hands. i really hope charity and Evan bond over cloths and face and hair stuff. i think a charity physically bonded too Evan would be a amazing love story to counter Cindy’s Evil ways.
1) “They redid the layout since last month. The glam section’s bigger now!” Sounds like they’re getting their priorities in order.
2) “Mark chuckled as he followed her down the aisle, keeping a quiet, watchful eye on the small person his daughter now held” I do like that Mark is supervising how hias daughter treats Charity.
3) “Every gesture felt surreal. She wasn’t watching someone choose a leash for a dog. She was watching a child, a literal child, decide how she wanted the world to see Charity.” Well, she did the same with Alejandra.
4) “It’s perfect. Soft, but pretty. Strong, but not mean.” that doesn’t sound like Charity or Evan
5) “Maybe keep it simple. She’s still a person, Evan.” “A really adorable person.” Mark reminding her of this is good to see.
6) “The way the store clerk didn’t bat an eye. The way Mark watched like this was a graduation or a birthday.” It’s the way Littles are treated in general.
7) “And everyone around her thought it was perfectly, beautifully normal.” so would she if she were immune.
8) “Wait… no way. Is that, Charity? Charity Stevens?!” oh no, recognition.
9.1) “I always thought you were super cool.” not where I thought that was going, but OK
9.2) “You are going to have so much fun. I am obsessed with your taste that collar is so adorbs.” I suppose she would assume Charity picked her own collar.
10) “Thanks! She’s my first, so I’m making everything perfect.” Does this imply Evan wants multiple?
11) “We can scan your Little right here on the pad and build a custom fit portfolio, outfits, sleepwear, hygiene kits, even snack portions scaled to your Little’s metabolism.” these Match Profiles seem useful.
12) “The idea of walking into Kate’s hand, her former classmate’s, felt like a fresh humiliation” there are several classmates who’d be significantly worse.
13) “Go ahead, Charity Be good.” not the first time she’s heard that since shrinking.
14) “She scooped Charity up again, this time cradling her with the ease of someone who’d handled dozens of Littles” makes sense she’d be well practiced.
15) “She’s got excellent symmetry, by the way. Some girls have, like, micro limb skew and we have to do adjustments, but not her. Total natural.” You should check her throat to see how natural that is.
16) “Anything else I can help with? Ooh! We’re running a Glitter Tag engraving promo. You can add a second ID tag with a quote, emoji, even an engraving in cursive font. I’ve seen some Guardians do, like, ‘Cutie in Charge’ or ‘Spoiled but Sweet.’ Totally adorable.” Children are very easy to upsell to. Kate’s definitely figured out Evan’s taste.
17) “We just have a few more stops to make.” Why would she get the new collar before rechipping her?
2) it makes me wonder just what exactly her father did to help mark. or how bad of a place Mark was in when her dad helped. I kinda get the impression Charity was spoiled rotten, but by parents that knew what it meant to have to struggle and didn’t want their kids to. which if so, makes it that much sadder that both her parents ended up being littles
edit: though i guess since her parents were so driven to get a cure\vaccine maybe they developed some selfish tendencies. but on the other hand they could have just not wanted to go back to struggling and whatnot. gotta say, even though we won’t ever get to see them in a story, i’m really curious about charity’s dad.
2) me too. Especially since Mark is mutual friends with the Stevens and Gracewood families. I always thought the Stevens were wealthy for multiple generations. Whatever the Stevens origins, they messed up when raising their daughter
17) I was wondering that as well, unless they inject the chip through the arm instead of the neck.
i think it’s in the neck to interface with the spine and brainstem
I thought that was only Preema Tech’s way of getting littles owned by them chipped, as well as to discourage rechipping them.
oh. i thought it was both lol but that would make sense
It is both, Chipping is mandated by the government. only Preema tech has the mind wipe chips though.
I had an idea based on the mind wipe feature, if someone wants to work on a fanfic. What if years later the chip failed and the memories started to return?
I’ve had the idea of a fanfic where the opposite happens: what if the Preema Tech chips are activated during training and they mind wipe the littles?
Canonically, the chipping has nothing to do with the mind wiping. Preematech wipes the memories from the brain. The chip is to sync with devices, provide geolocation data, depending on the chip it could be used as a hotspot.
But the chip also provides telemetry data from the body to medical staff and guardians.
it can pass along little information depending on the store or building entered as it interfaces with scanners and such.
In the one story I can recall the Little with the Preematech chip is slowly losing his memories. I attribute that to something in the implant. His mind was not wiped all at once.
it’s the implant but it’s specific to preematech. i think there’s a legal battle about it canonically
As far as I remember, Alejandra already chipped Charity. Is it really impossible to re-link the chip to a new owner?
Its not impossible. Its like any other microchip. It just depends what type was originally used and if Evan would want a better one.
1) Fashion brings in money. People like looking good whether your a little or not. When you feel comfortable in what your wearing you feel better.
2) Well he tries to be a good parent. He also wants to empower his daughter to make her own good decisions but also wants to be close enough to correct her if its something thats just plain wrong.
3) Alejandra is a teenager, older teen, where Evan is basically a tween. So it could feel different.
4) What do you mean? The reader barely knows Evan. They only know her through madison’s world which as was stated at the time they are specifically using Cindy’s methods with Cindy to honor her.
5) He’s earning Lethal points one aisle at a time.
6) That is true. Its important to normalize it so its not seen as something of an oddity when it happens.
7) She would, Charity would be a horrific little owner I think. Rule with an iron first. Darth Stevens
8) yup. good ol kate pendry
9.1) What were you expecting? Not everyone hated Charity.
9.2) It would be something that most people i feel would assume about Charity being how strong willed and forceful seh was as a person.
10) Not specifically. It just means this is her first little and she wants things to be just right. There wasn’t really an alterior motive behind her words. Just the honesty of a child excited about there little.
11) Yeah, a company like generitech thats easy money. Notifications to users mobile devices with “Look at this new outfit for your little” then you click on it and its a mockup of your little in an outfit or whatever. Then one click, and its deducted via flow from your account and shipped right to you.
12) I’m sure Sara’s hand would be great fun for her.
13) Probably not the last.
14) #1 employee has skills. THe power of pendry
15) she can be heard though. its more of a inconenience then for charity then anything.
16) she has gotta get those upsells in
17) they were closer to little mart. So why backtrack. Its not like it inherently matters which order you get it.
many of the kids seem mature beyond there years. I’m guessing because they come from family’s that can send them many places to learn things most people never get to learn.
1) That makes sense, Living Barbie effect indeed.
2) Yeah, he seems to be doing ok so far.
3) Both are legally children
4) That’s fair actually. I’m only basing it on what I’ve seen of 14yo Evan, which might not be entirely fair for 12 year old Evan.
6) Not sure it should have been, but it was.
7) Lol. I’d kinda be curious to see that.
9.1) I was thinking former victim. think because we focus on her primarily from the perspective of her victims, I forgot that she was a contender for most popular girl in school, up there with Mal and Maisie.
9.2) agreed
12) Sara would enjoy it at the very least.
14) I’m guessing Kate won’t show up again, ever.
15) I guess.
16) it feels a little predatory.
17) I was imagining the collar getting in the way.
i think now that charity is a little, she is the child to Evan so if Evan wants to do something with charity she saw high schoolers or adults talking about online, she would have to bend to giant Evans will. she is just a little.
Sometimes I wish I could read the full novel rather to wait mouths 😕 .
lol i feel you on that one. when my anxiety was really bad a long while ago i wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about the next chapter of madisons world hahaha main reason why i started writing my own was because of these stories.
I felt the same way about Main Line Smallara.
Its fun how everyone has the series they are passionate about.
I enjoy not all your writing is bad about being a little. I love that you put in positive stories about becoming a little because everyone’s life is different. I think Madison being a parental figure to Cindy and making her a better person through love not just work is exciting for me because it gives the family positive outlook about the parents being littles if they can fix their moms personality to a more positive one based on seeing her daughters as prenatal figures to listen and learn from.
Its kind of all about perspective as if its all at once. The odds of people coming to the site or knowing when i posted anything woudl be next to nothing. Then odds are while I wouldn’t stop writing I would stop posting. Thats why there is a whole 100+ pages of step monster 2 written out but never posted for years.
As I write stories and sthings for myself. I don’t stop writing but I do post for engagement and interaction. So odds are any other format you would probably lead to no posts at all as I wouldnt see a point.
I am really enjoying the love and safety that Evan and her dad is giving charity and that her dad loved charity enough to make sure a friend was looking out for her. That is a good father, even if he did some not great things. I really hope the love that seems genuine from Evan toward charity gives her a chance to physically bond with her and give her the kind of constant parental/guardian love that will make her a better person and let her try to beg for forgiveness from sara and others that she wronged whether they are a giant or not. And I of course hope her dad and Evan protects charity from the giant Cindy which I would think would be scarier then Godzilla with her size and little hate at the time of the virus .
“She’s in good hands,” he said softly, mostly to himself. “Jack would’ve wanted this. Charity loved and cared for.” I hope this is a peek at the future of Evan loving and protecting Charity against Cindy’s cruel teachings.