The Prod Woman Ch 19: United Territories, the school of Trinity. (Patreon)

I sat cross-legged, looking out through the crimson glass of Molly's necklace. Honestly, it was growing on me—very slowly. The container was designed by Lilliputians and fitted with technology that absorbed kinetic energy, so I didn't feel anything, even when the necklace bounced back and forth against the massive breasts that surrounded it.

Yeah, I was getting used to this, but I still felt like a pet. "Damn her."

"So, are you ready for school?" Molly's voice came through the small earpiece in my ear.

"No," I said. "I still can't believe you're making me do this. What kind of school is this? Please tell me I'm not going to a school with more giants like you."

I heard Molly gulp through the earpiece, and just like that, I didn't like where this conversation was heading.

"What?" I asked, feeling my temper rise.

"Well..." Molly's voice rose a few octaves. "You won't have to deal with Prodigans."

"Uh huh..." I said, hoping she would get to the point.

"The thing is..." Molly paused. "The school you're going to is a mixed-size academy."

I could feel my heartbeat. I was so still that I could feel goosebumps pop on my arms and the hair on the back of my neck stand up. "What!" I yelled.

I wasn't sure, but I think I felt Molly slightly jump, which was amazing since the shockwave her body produced could overpower the Lilliputian tech. I guess my shout scared her.

"Look," Molly said. "Because of the Equality Act of 2910, some of the lands of Prodigan have been donated to be used by the other small races."

I wasn't really good with history, so I couldn't say I knew that.

"Brobdingnagian and Lilliputian lands are no different," Molly continued. "Each land has donated its own piece of united territory."

"United territory?" I asked.

"That's just another term for land given to a much smaller race," Molly explained.

"Wait a minute," I said. "What about Microputians?" I realized Molly hadn't mentioned the smallest race.

"You really don't know anything," Molly said. "See, this is why you need to go to school."

"Well, excuse me, I didn't get much of an education back in the old city," I said, crossing my arms in anger.

"Why not? It wasn't like I banned the act of education," Molly said.

"Yeah, well, parents wanted to keep their children close. You never knew when the wrathful goddess would destroy the city," I said, hoping my words would dig in deep. "People wanted to spend as much time as they could with each other."

Molly didn't say a word, so I guessed I had achieved my goal. But this time, unlike all the others, I didn't feel as proud of making Molly uncomfortable.

"Microputians don't have their own land like Lilliputians, Gulliverians, Brobs, and us Prods. They're considered another species of Lilliputian, just much smaller," Molly said, breaking her silence.

"Um, that's cool," I said, faking my amazement. "So, who goes to this school?"

"Well, it's a school made for Microputians, Lilliputians, Gulliverians, and Brobdingnagians," Molly said.

"Great."

***

As I walked through the bustling streets, my heart felt heavy. I knew Travis was trying to be hurtful with his words, but I had made a choice. Despite his disrespect, I decided to rise above it and forgive him. After all, I understood that my presence in his life had not been easy for him; he harbored resentment towards me for reasons that were painfully clear.

Each step felt like a mixture of determination and sadness as I approached the massive closed metal gate that marked the entrance to the United Territory—a place where Prods were not allowed. Two Prod guards stood watch, their towering forms casting long shadows over the entrance.

Finally reaching my destination, I carefully removed my necklace—the one designed to house Travis safely—and gently placed it on the ground before me. As the pendant settled softly against the pavement, I watched as a small speck began to emerge from within.

"This is your stop," I said softly, looking down at Travis as he stepped out. Even though I could barely see him, I believed he was standing still, probably looking up at me and flipping me off. I bet.

I looked ahead at the closed metal gate where two guards were staring at me, bent over on the sidewalk. They couldn't see Travis; he was too small. I really hoped they didn't think I was a crazy person. After all, they were carrying very big guns, and honestly, I couldn't afford to get on the wrong side of law enforcement—not now.

I focused my vision lower and noticed a much smaller gate behind the guards, designed for Brobs and smaller races. The gate was open, and on either side of it stood two Brob soldiers.

"There's your entrance," I said, looking back down at Travis.

"Swell," I heard Travis say.

"Travis," I called down softly, hoping to ease his anxiety. "I know this is hard for you, but I want you to try. Not everyone is a monster like me." My voice was filled with sincerity, wishing he could see that my intentions were good.

He didn't respond, just turned his gaze toward the gate as if it held all the answers he sought. I truly hoped that my words had gotten through to him, but honestly I wasn't sure.

"Good luck!"