You can't help but laugh out loud at the fact his clothing are in the same shape his body was laying. You see movement at about the crotch of his pants and hear tiny panicked squeaks.
You approach the couch and lift the pants by the legs dumping his tiny naked body into the middle of the couch. He's only about three inches tall, and he's adorable.
You look down on him he is stupefied with terror looking up at you. You must look like a goddess too him.
you set the Lazar-pointer on top of the TV and look at yourself. You're still wearing the clothing you fell asleep in. a XXX large Slipknot T-shirt that you are practically swimming in. you stole from your X boyfriend cause it made a great night shirt, black panties, and well... that's it, Not even socks.
You think "If I'm going too be a goddess I should look like one, but what about him? Should I take him with me wile I wash up, and get dressed, or should I put him someplace safe until I finish getting ready?"
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