Chapter #3Katherine's Master Plan by: Unknown You frowned. The writing on the calendar was borderline illegible but after a bit of staring, it hit you.
Katherine, your older sister, had wanted to talk to you about something important. She'd been particularly cagey about what she'd wanted to talk with you about, but she'd insisted it was vital. She'd also said to meet her right outside the apartment complex in...five minutes! You ran right off.
Thankfully, you made it with ten seconds to spare, and Katherine was right where she said she'd be, leaning against the entryway. She had a large bag over her shoulder. She spotted you instantly, and hastily scooped you up with a curt 'hello Anthony'. Her oddly subdued demeanor threw you off, but you were admittedly just happy not to be instantly crushed and tortured by her.
Enclosed in her palm, you weren't sure where she was rushing you off to, but after a brisk five minute walk, she unfurled her grip and revealed you to be in a small local coffee shop. She had taken you to the furthest back table, and the place was already pretty deserted. It was a bit eerie, but not as eerie as Katherine's nervous expression.
Stepping off her palm and onto the table, you looked up at her. "Katherine? What's going on? Are you in trouble?" You asked compassionately.
Katherine bit her lip, uncharacteristically pensive. "Y-Yeah, kinda. The...uh...government sent me a letter a week ago. A threat letter."
"A what?" You cried, instantly defensive of your poor older sister. Sure, she treated you like garbage near constantly, but she was family. Puffing your chest up, you knew it was lawyer time.
Katherine winced. "Sort of a threat. More of a...please look into this or we'll sue you and throw you in jail." She sighed heavily. "Basically, my social media channels all got hit with an 'authorization of use infringement'. Along with some other big words. Apparently, it's against the law to to feature tinies in video channels if they aren't officially partnered with the channels."
"Huh." You mused. So this was about YOU?
Katherine looked at you pleadingly, and produced a clipboard from the bag over her shoulder. Intricately detailed paperwork was clipped to the board. "I-If you don't sign this, saying you approve of your appearances...I'll be sued for thirty thousand dollars and receive five months of jail time."
She showed you the clipboard, and you hoped up onto it and perused the contents. It was one-hundred percent legit, containing all of the expected jargon and seals of authenticity. It gave you pause, to take it all in.
Katherine lowered herself to your level. "Please, Anthony. Please. I promise to never use you in those hurtful videos again, just please sign it. It'll keep my old videos up, so I can still get my ad revenue. I don't want to go to jail little bro! Please!" Katherine's eyes were big, and beginning to water.
You were briefly conflicted, realizing this was your chance to pay Katherine back for years of abuse and torment. Still, you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. She was family, and you loved her dearly. Maybe it was just your inherent niceness, but you couldn't say no.
You put your hands on your hips. "Deal. Where's the pen?"
Katherine sighed with relief, giving you a pure smile of joy. She fished a tiny-sized pen from her bag, and handed it to you. Reading over the letter on last time, you scribbled your name into the signature zone, pressing hard so as to really get your signature in there. You then stepped off the clipboard.
Katherine took it back from you, hands shaking. She peered at it closely, eyes scanning across the document over and over. Relief was still in her eyes, but the longer she read, the more a startlingly darker emotion filled her eyes. You looked at her in confusion, until finally she glanced at you.
"You actually signed it." Katherine said, her lips splitting into a cruel smirk. "Oh god, you actually signed it. I can't believe this all paid off."
Your blood ran cold. "Katherine? What are you-"
"Little bro." Katherine cut you off. "You just made this the best day of my life." She began to laugh loudly, and turned towards the coffee shop counter. "Millie! One latte, just how I like it!"
You began to fume. "Katherine! What the hell is this all about? What are you laughing for?"
To answer you, Katherine unclipped the clipboard, peeling off the threat letter and crumpling it up, tossing it into the trash can beside her. Directly under that was a pitch black sheet of carbon paper, and under that was another immaculate document. Your eyes widened in fear as Katherine smirked at you, discarding the carbon paper and reading from the bottom document.
"And here's the result of my hard work." Katherine gloated. "I mean, as it says right here: Anthony Little's Application for Permanent Usage License."
Your heart skipped a beat.
You could barely believe your ears. "Wh...what?"
Katherine was the definition of the devil with her smirk. "Here, I'll read the rest to you. Ahem: I, Anthony Little, hereby renounce all of my rights as a human being. With sound mind and body, I do hereby dedicate my life to the usage and servitude to women. In particularly, I choose Deborah Little to be my caretaker, master, and primary owner for the rest of my days. I shall accept any and all use Deborah Little finds for me without complaint and with full joy."
Your legs gave out. "But...but...I didn't-"
Katherine continued. "It also says: If, by chance, I ever say I wish to renounce this license, know that I am sick, confused, or otherwise not in my right mind. I want to always be with Deborah Little, supporting her as an item for all my days. If she so desires, I shall also view her daughters, Katherine and Sarah Little, as equally worthy masters. I will never be a human again, and that is okay with me."
You screamed. "I don't want any of this!"
Katherine chuckled mirthlessly. "Oh look, your denial symptoms are setting in. Anyway, it ends by saying: I want no one to view me as equal, just as a usable item. I want no one to spare me, or show me mercy. I want to be used as much, as frequently, and as thoroughly as possible. I live to serve now, and this makes me happy. Let no one, not even me myself in my delusions, convince anyone otherwise. I am, to the world, an item."
"I didn't sign that!" You shouted. "I didn't sign that!"
Katherine flipped the paper around, pointing to your signature, plain as day. "You totally did bro. Right here, marking this as legit."
"But..." You whimpered, falling over. Meanwhile, the barista sauntered up to the desk.
She playfully elbowed Katherine. "Score?" She asked, handing Katherine her latte.
Katherine nodded. "Score. Thanks for all your help, Millie. Didn't know that your aunt could forge governmental documents so easily. And she helped me type up that usage application."
Millie grinned conspiratorially. "Anything for you, girl."
You gasped out in distress, and cried to Millie. "Help me, please!"
Millie scoffed, and unbuttoned her top button of her blouse. Underneath were her impressive tits, and a tan bra. "I'm not the girl to ask, bug. Your kind is to serve us, got it? Just like this little bra boy. I've had him for two and a half years now!"
You gaped, and collapsed in despair. Katherine drained her latte, scooped you up, bid farewell to Millie, and then left the coffee shop. Strolling happily down the street, she folded you into a simple but effective bracelet, squeezing your head to your feet, gluing you in place. With a sadistic smile, she skipped down the street, until she finally stood at the entrance to the bane of tinies across the world:
The CTC, or Center for Tiny Citizenship.
Walking inside, she approached the friendly looking woman at the receptionist desk. The woman smiled wholesomely.
"How can I help you, miss?" She inquired. Katherine handed her the forged paperwork.
"Just helping my brother live out his lifelong dreams." Katherine lied, speaking so genuinely you almost believed it yourself.
The receptionist beamed. "Aw, how sweet of the guy. A permanent usage license for his mother? Amazing to see a lovely bond like that."
Katherine nodded. "It's her birthday coming up too. He felt it was the appropriate time."
The woman smiled in agreement. She then tapped away on her computer console for a few minutes, and finally shook Katherine's hand.
"It's all set." She explained. "Your mother will receive the license card in the mail, but it's in our system, as well as linked to his social security number. Anyone and everyone in the country will know he has a license if it comes up."
Katherine bit down a cruel grin. "And...it is permanent, right?"
The woman blinked. "Of course. I suppose it could be revoked...but it's quite tricky. For all intents and purposes, it's permanent. Makes things easier for the happy tiny and lucky woman."
"Absolutely." Katherine laughed lightly, then spun on her heel and walked out of the CTC. As she did so, she gently rubbed your bracelet shaped body.
She lifted you to her mouth and whispered. "Ready for the first day of the rest of your life, Anthony. I sure am!"
With that, Katherine returned to her car and sped home, eager to hand Deborah her early birthday present. It left you precious few minutes to contemplate that absolutely horrible tragedy that had just befallen you, courtesy of your she-devil in disguise sister. She'd done everything possible to ruin your life forever, and this was her evil master stroke.
Reaching home, Katherine raced inside and stood by your mom, who was just about to head out for some errands. Katherine pulled you off her wrist, dumped you in your mom's hands, and explained it all.
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