Peter walked up to the door at 84 Parker Street. He was a little nervous about living with someone, but the woman seemed nice enough on the phone and the rent was dirt cheap. So cheap that he had paid one year in advance to secure the place. He found the front door open so he stepped in.

"Hello?" he said as he gazed around the living room.

"I'm in the kitchen." a female voice replied.

Peter walked through the living room taking note of the oversized furniture. As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw his landlady, Ms. Nelson. She was seated on a chair, apparently doing some type of paperwork. She looked huge, as did the table.

It should be pointed out that at 22 years old, Peter stood a diminutive 3' tall. Still though, he could usually see over tables. But this table had to be 4' high!

"My, my." Ms. Nelson said, "Who have we here?"

"Um...I'm, uh, Peter."

"You're my new tenant?" she said skeptically.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Come over here sweetheart, so I can get a good look at you."

Peter walked over to the side of her chair. He was pretty stunned. On an average seated person, his head would reach their shoulder; however, next to Ms. Nelson he noticed that the top of his head still fell below her bosom!

"I can't believe you're Peter." she said, "Why, you're much smaller than the children I teach and you're even smaller than my niece."

Peter reddened, "You're a ... uh.... schoolteacher?"

"I teach kindergarten." Ms. Nelson replied.

Peter just turned his head as if not listening.

"What are you about 3'3"?"

Peter swallowed, "Um...actually I'm 3'6"". He was happy she had guessed him 3" taller than he was, since it turned his 6" lie into a 3"lie.

"Don't be ridiculous!" Ms. Nelson laughed, "You are not 3'6" tall."

"Yeh, I...uh...really am."

Ms. Nelson looked at him in disbelief.

"Would you just back up against this wall, Peter?"

"Sure. What's up?" he said happy to change the topic.

Suddenly he felt her hand pressing down on his head. He immediately moved out from under her and when he turned around he saw a mickey mouse measuring poster on the wall.

"Oh, my!" Ms. Nelson exclaimed, "Why you're not even 3' tall, you're only 2'8""

"I am not." Peter cried in an elevated voice, "A doctor measured me just a few months ago and told me I was 3'"

After the sentence had left his mouth, he realized that she had tricked him.

"You told me you were 3'6", Peter." she said as she lifted her finger, "We don't lie around here, ok."

He was so embarassed that he didn't reply.

Ms. Nelson reached down and lifted his chin with her finger so that he was looking at her.

"I asked you a question, Peter. I expect an answer."

Peter felt very uncomfortable. He was not a child and yet that is how she made him feel.

"No lying." he replied.

"That's a good boy. Now let me show you your room."

When Ms. Nelson stood up, Peter almost fell down. On a normal sized woman, his head might reach their waist. Next to Ms. Nelson, his shoulder only reached her knee and his head fell an easy foot and a half beneath her belt!

"How, uh, tall are you, Ms. Nelson?"

She smiled, "I'm 7'2 tall."

'Oh my god!' Peter thought 'She's huge! I feel like a baby next to her!'

"Come on, I'll show you your room." she said as she walked over to the stairs.

Instinctively, she reached down and placed Peter's hand in hers.

"Hey!" Peter yelled as he pulled his hand away, "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry." Ms. Nelson replied, "I guess it's just habit. I never let children walk up the steps alone. It's too dangerous."

"Well, I'm not a child." Peter replied.

Ms. Nelson nodded with a large smile.

Peter tried to climb the steps holding the railing but they were just too high. Finally, he went down on all fours to climb up.

"Aww..." he heard Ms. Nelson say.

He stopped en route and turned around to look at her. She was standing only a couple of steps below him as if monitoring his climb. She had a funny look on her face but Peter decided that he had better not ask her about it.

Once they reached the top of the stairs, Ms. Nelson made a right turn and walked up to a door which was at the end of a short hallway.

"Now can you open doors?" she asked.

Peter looked at the doorknob. It had to be over 4' high. He knew it was well out of his reach and he believed that she knew that also.

"Not these doors." he said.

"I think you might be big enough. Why don't you try?" she asked.

'She must be stupid' Peter thought, 'Oh, well. What the hell."

He walked over to the doorknob and reached up. His hand didn't come anywhere near the knob.

"I told you." he said.

"Stand on your tippy toes, darling."

'This is ridiculous' he thought as he stood on his tippy toes and stretched his little body as high as it would go. Still he was an easy foot below the knob.

"Don't feel bad." she said, "I've had some older children over the house who couldn't reach the doors either."

Peter didn't think that that was a compliment.

Ms. Nelson opened the door and Peter walked in. The room was sparse except for a bed and hutch.

"Where are your clothes, Peter?" Ms. Nelson asked.

"Oh. My stuff got lost at the airport. I don't know if they'll find it. I gave them your number to call."

"Oh. So are those dirty jeans and t-shirt all you have?"

"Yeh. Ha...I guess they are sort of dirty."

"I tell you what. It's almost 8 o'clock. Why don't you give me those clothes so I can wash them. In the meantime we can eat supper and tomorrow, we'll go shopping."

"Great." Peter replied, "But what will I wear in the meantime?"

"Oh. I didn't think of that. Hmm...You know I do have some pajamas that will fit you. I mean it's only temporary."

"Oh. Ok." Peter said.

"I tell you what. Take off your clothes and I'll get your pjs."

"Ok."

Peter moved over to the door and closed it. Then he took off his shirt, pants, socks and shoes, leaving him in his underwear.

Suddenly the door reopened.

"Ok. All set."

"Hey!" Peter yelled as he tried to cover his body.

"Oh, relax, sweetheart." Ms. Nelson said as she walked over to him and handed him the pjs while scooping up his clothes. Once she had the clothes she didn't move.

"What are you doing?" Peter asked in discomfort. He thought standing next to her was bad, but standing next to her in his underwear was far worse! She was so tall that she made him feel like a baby.

"You won't be able to put those on yourself." she replied as she lowered the clothes she was holding and took back the pajamas she had handed him. "What?" Peter replied in shock as she went down on her knee to dress him. Even on her knees, Peter's head didn't clear her breasts! In confusion, he stepped into the pajamas and then allowed her to place his hands into the sleeves. Before he had a chance to look at himself, she had stood up and pressed poor Peter into her skirt with her large hand. Then, she buttoned up the back, patted him on the bottom and said, "All done."

"Hey!" Peter yelled as he realized that the pajamas had hands and feet. They were baby pajamas!

"I don't want to wear these! I'm not a baby."

"Of course you're not." Ms. Nelson replied, "It's just temporary until I do your wash. Nothing else will fit you here."

Even though she was right, Peter hated being in those pajamas. Why, he couldn't even get out of them without her help! He sighed, he was going to bring up the fact that she had patted his bottom, but he decided to let it go. Soon he would be in his own clothes and everything would be alright.

"I'm going downstairs to do your clothes and fix dinner. Will you be alright?"

"Yeh, sure." Peter replied.

Peter listened as Ms. Nelson went down the stairs. He decided to have a look around upstairs. As he walked out of his room, he noticed an open door immediately to the right. He walked in.

The room was dark but he walked in anyway. It seemed as though the room was very large for he had been walking awhile. Then he felt something. They seemed to be wooden bars. As he held onto them he heard footsteps.

Suddenly, the light went on. After seeing Ms. Nelson's face, he looked at the bars. He had been holding on to a giant playpen! The top of the playpen seemed just as high as the doorknobs. He was in a nursery! The biggest one he had ever seen.

"Aww...don't you look precious." Ms. Nelson said as she walked over to him, "I just can't get over your age. Honestly, you could pass for an infant in those clothes."

Peter looked up. God, Ms. Nelson made him feel awkward. He didn't say anything, nor did he know what to say. He slowly made his way out of the room.

"Is dinner ready?" Peter asked trying to change the subject.

"Yes, it is. That's why I was coming to get you."

Peter smiled and walked to the steps. As he got ready to climb back down, Ms. Nelson reached down and again put his hand into hers.

"Hey!" he yelled pulling his hand away, "I don't need any help."

"I'm so sorry." she said as she reached down and pressing gently on the back of his back with her hand managed to hold him to her skirt, "I just keep forgetting."

Before releasing him she again patted his bottom.

Angry, Peter said, "I don't like you to touch me like that." "I don't understand, sweetheart. I always apologize to my children that way. It's to make them feel secure."

"I'm not one of your children! Do I look like one of your schoolchildren?!" Peter snapped.

As she gazed down at the 22 year old in his baby pajamas, she laughed and replied, "No you don't look like one of my schoolchildren. You look more like a little toddler."

"I don't appreciate that."

"You asked." she said as she made her way downstairs.

After climbing down the stairs, Peter walked into the kitchen.

To be continued..........................

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