You are about to rise from your resting spot when you hear the rumble of an approaching vehicle. Relief floods through you, and you wave my arms frantically.
The car that pulls up is enormous, easily twice the size of a normal vehicle. When the tinted windows roll down, a woman looks out. At first, you think she’s just very tall, but as she steps out, it becomes clear that she’s much more.
She towers over you, her height and build making me feel incredibly small. Her long blonde hair is tied back in a ponytail, and her outfit—a cowboy hat, boots, blue jeans, and a tank top—gives her a rugged yet striking appearance.
“Where is your guardian?” She asks, her voice authoritative but tinged with curiosity. You stare at her, confused. Her words don’t make sense to you.
“I’m sorry, I don’t understand. I’m not sure what you mean?” You respond and your voice tinged with desperation.
Liz steps fully out of the car, and you are taken aback by her sheer size. She’s not just tall. She’s broad and imposing. She shrugs nonchalantly when you ask about the size difference. “You must have an amnesia or something. Women have always been the bigger gender in the world.”
You blink, trying to wrap your mind around what she’s saying. “What do you mean, women as bigger gender?”
“When baby girls are born,” Liz explains, “they’re about twice the size of baby boys. That difference remains throughout life. It means men need female guardians because they’re the smaller, weaker gender.”
Her casual tone makes the explanation sound almost mundane, but it’s a lot to take in. Liz introduces herself with a friendly smile. “I’m Liz. It’s unusual to see someone without a guardian. All men in this world are assigned one for their safety and well-being.”
Despite your initial confusion and your own smaller stature compared to her. Liz’s demeanor is genuinely kind. She’s not dismissive or impatient. Instead, she seems willing to help but her concern is clear—men like me are at a disadvantage in this world. The guardians for men seem to be a necessary part of life here.
You attempt to break the ice with a lighthearted comment. “Well, it’s not every day you meet someone who makes me feel so… well, tiny.”
Liz chuckles softly, a warm, genuine sound. “That’s one way to put it. But we’re not just about size. There are roles and rules and it’s important to follow them. It’s all about balance.”
Her response is more reassuring than you expected. Liz’s kindness and willingness to explain the situation make you feel a bit more at ease. Even though the norms of this world are unfamiliar and overwhelming. It’s clear that she’s here to help rather than judge.
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