I'll Never Be Little

Right before entering the main office, I took a couple of deep, calming breaths to avoid doing anything stupid while in there. I saw the secretary, Ms. Rodrigez.

"Ma'am, I would like to see the Head of Classification"

She looked like she was bracing herself for something before she looked up at me from her desk.

"Let me guess, you got a classification you don't want and you're absolutely sure it doesn't fit you?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"You're actually lucky you got here immediately because there's going to be a decent amount of students complaining in the next 5-10 minutes or so and we wouldn't be able to accommodate them all. I'll ask him for you."

She left her desk and came back, nodding to me. I then went to his office. He gestured for me to sit down.

"What Classification did you get?" Wow, straight to business. I like this guy.

I opened my mouth, but couldn't bring myself to say it. I just grabbed the stupid package and gave him the stupid, completely incorrect paper.

I saw his eyes widen and they quickly glanced to me and then the paper, then back to me and then back to the paper.

"See, what I mean? Do I look like a Little to you?" I said, already feeling my voice start to rise.

He put on his glasses, then looked at me. "Listen, look, I know you're not the typical Little but-"

"HOW IS THERE EVEN A BUT?" I screamed before gritting my teeth and continuing more calmly. "Littles are short, unintellig-" he gave me a sharp look, "I m-mean get poorer grades, wet themselves, come from broken families and/or have previous Littles in their families. The list goes on even from that. I have NONE of those traits"

"Alexan-"

"I even play a sport! Littles rarely do sports, especially one where a ball is flying towards your face at lightning speed every minute."

He seemed to think for a moment.

"Let me pull up a few of the reports on you and then we'll have a look. Usually, I dismiss most, practically all Classification challenges because it's usually only on the grounds that they don't want to be that type or they have one or two things maximum that would even suggest that they would be in a different class altogether," he said, chuckling at the last phrase.

"However, in your case, all of your known male family members are Doms, you're grades are all 90+, as you mentioned, you play a high-intensity sport. Both your parents are alive and active" he raised an eyebrow for me to object, but I just nodded, "there are no registered cases of trauma, you're 5'11, and you've never shown any signs of wanting extra, well anything, from an adult." He looked puzzled at the screen and at my Classification paper.

"But, your physical examination, DNA results and your test all point to you being a Little."

I scoffed at that but then choked when I registered the last phrase. "What do you mean my test points to me being a Little?"

"What I can tell you is that it points to you being 63-68% Little. While it's quite on the low side, the percentage usually increases as the Littles fit into their roles with the Caregivers and display more Little qualities. What I cannot do is discuss your test answers with you after it's been taken. This usually leads to the change of answers which we can not allow unless a retest is taken."

I was about to ask for a retest, but then stopped, realizing that somehow, my other results also say that I'm a..well...that thing. I looked back at him, but then he had a look of pity on his face. I was not going to like his next words, was I?