Does anyone know this story? I think I originally read it in a short story collection of the author's works, but I for the life of me cannot remember the title or author. The only other thing I remember about it was the man in the story called his little creations "feminals," or something like that. I think I read it about 12 years ago, but I believe the book was older.
"One-Shot Beamish and his Wonderful Feminals" by Jay Sheckley
They were six inches tall and slim as a thumb. They were feminals -- female animals. They were friendly, high-strung, healthy, and completely, voluptuously human. They were a mix of Italian, Japanese, and Swedish. And they loved him.
Like the feminals she had innocently engendered, Allison Lüstgren, 25, had long hair the color of butter. Further, she sported plush full lips, an oval face, and improbably Japanese eyes. Each evening, while Donald Beamish grated cheese for his miniature sextet, his mental Betamax slowly replayed his one time alone with Allison.
Found with a search for
feminals in Google Books, which led me to Don't Open This Book!, which the Internet Archive has available to borrow. It looks like it may have also been printed in the May 1982 issue of Gallery.