I got called funsized at school because I'm still 4'9 small at 18

You're looking at someone petite and barely past four-foot-nine, and the smallness of that body hits you immediately — compact, smooth, every curve concentrated into a frame that fits entirely within your gaze.

You notice how the proportions feel almost unreal, the way a narrow waist and soft hips exist in such a tight, contained space. You want to wrap both hands around that waist and feel how completely your grip would close around it.

You can't stop staring, and you don't want to. You feel the pull of something so physically slight yet so undeniably, deliberately desirable staring back.