Astra's Ice Cream (Commission)

Another early stream commission that never got posted. This one requires a little context, but it's been quite a while since I wrote it and the notes were lost when Picarto chat got cleared. I can't recall specifics, but generally, I believe Astra was a nonhuman (perhaps an alien?) with shape-changing abilities and Little tendencies.
Diaper Content is fairly lite here, so if you come for the smut, you might give this one a pass. 

“Hmm… Do you have any fudgesicles?” Astra asked, tapping a finger on her chin as she looked at the ice cream truck’s display menu. It had to be a bit unusual for a grown woman in a beautiful dress to stop the truck on its way through the neighborhood, but she wanted some mint chocolate chip, and she didn’t want to have to go out of her way to get it. 

“Think so,” the driver said, scratching at the back of his head. “Uh… let me look, to be sure. Those get sold out, sometimes.” 

He turned his back to dig through the freezer, and Astra beamed as she got her opportunity. 

Twirling, she transformed herself. Her legs shortened, her body shrank, her head and eyes growing larger proportional to the rest of her. Even the dress, silky and pretty as it spun, resizing itself to suit her new frame. 

In a magical twinkle of seconds, she went from the gorgeous woman that the driver had seen, to a little child who was giggling as she ran around the front of the truck. 

Jumping up, she grabbed the rear-view mirror on the driver’s side door, pulled herself up, and scrambled through the open window. Cautiously, she dropped to the seat, creeping inside.

The driver was leaning out the side of the truck, looking around. “Ma’am? Where’d you go? We’re out of fudgesicles, but we’ve got orange creams or chocolate sandwiches!” 

She crept back behind him, towards the freezer. He’d left it sitting open, letting all the cold air out, meaning she wouldn’t have to slide it open in order to get her loot. Jackpot. 

“Huh,” the driver said, resting his arms on the little counter. “Guess she changed her mind.” 

He checked his phone, oblivious to the toddler-sized girl creeping behind him, sticking her hands into the freezer and picking out two plastic-wrapped treats.

The plastic crinkled as she grabbed it. 

“Huh-hey!” The driver exclaimed, turning around to spot her. Astra yelped, ducking over to the side as he grabbed at her, running back the way she’d come. 

With their size difference, he could beat her in a foot race, but in the cramped confines of the truck she had the advantage. She slipped between the front chairs, still holding both ice creams, going for the window- 

He grabbed her foot, holding tight. “Aha! I’ve got you, you little thief!” 

She wriggled and kicked, but he had a huge advantage in strength and size. She wouldn’t win in a physical contest. “Lemme go!” 

“I’m going to take you to your mother and tell her what you did!” the driver declared, vindictively. “Then you’ll be sorry!” 

Hands moving quickly, Astra unwrapped one of the ice cream bars, judged her throw, and tossed it. The slightly melty dessert slapped the driver in the face, getting in his eyes, and he recoiled in alarm. 

Free, Astra clutched her remaining ice cream, jumped out the window, and ran around towards the back of the truck. 

Giggling to herself, she twirled once more, growing back to her full height, becoming the beautiful, grown woman once again. 

“Sir?” she asked, calling into the truck, hiding the remaining ice cream behind her back. “Sir, are you there?” 

“Uh…” he said, facing her, wiping sticky ice cream off his face with a handful of napkins. “Yeah, sorry. Did you see where she went?” 

“Where who went?” She was as innocent as could be, smiling pleasantly. 

The driver threw up his arms. “The toddler. Stole some of my ice cream. You had to have seen her!” 

“No, I didn’t see any kids,” Astra said. “Just you and me.” 

“I… okay. What can I get you?” 

She beamed. “Nothing, thanks! I’ve changed my mind.” 

He scowled, slammed the side of the van shut, and drove away, the speakers tinkling out a little, playful tune. 

Astra smiled, spun once more as she shrank down to the size of a child, and unwrapped her ice cream. 

Mint chocolate chip. My favorite.