You sit limp and dazed at the pilot's seat while electronics spark and alarms go off. Taking a large breath in to get oxygen back into your body, you raise your foot into the dashboard and try to kick the emergency window release switch with your boot. After two misses, you manage to activate the button by smashing your heel down on it hard enough to send vibrations up your leg all the way to your thigh. The safety glass pane breaks open and spills out onto the ground below. Your gloved hand meets your visor as you instinctively try to wipe your eyes, and have to settle for blinking away the haze in time to see an unfamiliar redhead girl running towards the cockpit of the ship you're still strapped in to.
"Who are you?" she yells over the din of alarms going off inside the cabin. Part of you wonders if you're hallucinating, there seems to be a short girl talking to you just outside your wrecked ship as it rests smoking upside down in the trees. From this perspective the ground doesn't seem too far away, so you steel yourself as you press the seat belt release button with one hand while keeping the other on the release lever above you. The sudden burst of tension causes you to tumble out from the seat, and fall onto the grass below with a soft thud. Looking around to survey your surroundings, you notice several pairs of small feet run past you and toward what's left of your craft. One of them stops just next to you, and you look at it curiously before a childish face lowers down in front of yours.
You realize it's the girl from earlier, she looks human. This is supposed to be unfederated space—what's a human doing here? Realizing that she is in fact real, you clear your throat. "Uh, hello there. Where exactly am I?" you ask. She smiles, then turns around as more girls arrive with a blanket they use to cover their bodies when coming close to observe the hot smoke of your engine as they inspect your craft in awe. The first girl comes closer to you, and bends over slightly to whisper something in your ear. Her voice is surprisingly sweet and soothing, but you can't understand anything.
"What was that?" you ask, leaning forward to try and hear better over the alarms sounding in the background.
The girl laughs softly at this question, before reaching out and grabbing your head between both hands to gently tilt it towards hers. As she does this, another group of girls comes running up behind the two who arrived with the blanket, and approach you with curiosity plain in their eyes. They touch you lightly on your arms and chest as if trying to verify your existence. One of these new girls steps up next to you as if she were about to kiss you on the cheek, though you notice her eyes seem fixated on a spot below your navel. When she approaches any closer than necessary for a simple greeting, you move back quickly in surprise. The little blonde that had been talking in your ear has also stepped away now.
Ignoring the strange situation for now, you decide the atmosphere should be safe enough and remove your helmet, granting you cool relief. Looking around again, you see that there is no sign of any adults nearby - are these girls here unsupervised? Do they live alone here? Where is everyone? Your attention shifts from the girls surrounding you to look down at your body as a hand grabs yours suddenly. You jerk yourself free, but a second later realize this wasn't done maliciously as the girl giggles at herself in embarrassment while staring at your groin. You sigh at how silly this all is, this is probably some kind of greeting in their local custom. Probably.
Taking a knee to get down to their level, you put on an apologetic smile and greet them. "Hello there little ladies, my name is Anon. I am happy to meet you."
You hear them murmur something in response, and one of them turns and gestures toward the trees behind you. "You crashed. Are you hurt?" she says with a cute frown.
"I'm fine," you reply, standing and brushing some dirt off of your pants before continuing. "Thank you all for checking up on me. What world is this?"
The little girl that had grabbed your hand earlier timidly steps close, as if afraid of scaring you off. "We call this place Little Girl World because we're only little girls. This planet belongs to us. Please stay and play with us!" She squeaks excitedly.
A group of five LGs gather around to stare at you with wide eyes and large smiles on their faces. They have adorable round eyes and bright red hair that ranges from dark blonds to deep reds. Their small bodies seem to be built more for agility than anything else, but they move lithely enough through the forest towards a nearby stream, singing a sweet melody while skipping along the way.
"You need to rest, mister Anon—you survived a ship crash. If you come with us, we can give you a bed. Please?"
Frankly you feel just fine, you had heavily invested in state-of-the-art crash protection. But the way they're pleading so cutely, and the feeling of being somewhat sore from the crash is enough to sway your mind. "Alright, fine. I guess I could do with some relaxation." You concede. "I don't recognize this planet though..."
One of the girls reaches out and grabs your hand as she leads you down an overgrown path into a small clearing next to the stream. It's a pleasant sight that looks like something out of a children's book, except instead of flowers it has moss growing on rocks, trees soaring up high above the canopy that casts long shadows on the grass below them, and gentle ripples running across the water that make the perfect place for young girls to wash up. To the side is quaint little village, presumably belonging to the girls. As far as you can see there are only LGs here; no adults or men.
"Are there any grownups?" you ask with concern.
The little blonde girl chuckles. "Grownups? Oh, you mean our daddies, our husbands... We have none of those, silly! It's just us and you now!" she replies happily with a big smile.
"Oh," you say quietly before thinking about the girls. At least they're friendly and human-looking. The group of girls lead you to the center of the clearing where a large mattress rests in the shade beneath the trees. There is also a pile of blankets neatly folded against one tree trunk nearby. Two of the girls sit down cross-legged on top of the blanket, then motion at the space in between their legs that indicates you should lay your head down on their laps while they cuddle up close around you. One of them lays her hand atop yours as another curls an arm around your neck to hold onto your face.