It's a long trip, enclosed in the fist of this giant girl. You try to amuse yourself with the lines of her palm, tracing them with your finger - but the novelty soon wears off. Soon the rocking, gentle motions and warmth lull you to sleep.
The first thing you are aware of is a sliding motion as you are deposited onto her mighty desk. It's a neat room of a young girl - efficient and orderly - and about ten thousand times larger than it should be. You stand amid a pencil holder and some elastic hair bands. To one side is the huge beige wall of a computer tower. The keyboard dwarfs you by a factor of at least double. A lone desk lamp provides illumination.
Megan walks out of her room, heading into the bathroom. She re-emerges a few moments later with a fist full of clothes in hand, and a completely different wardrobe on. Sweats instead of her skirt and so on. She tosses the old clothes on the bed and sits in the chair directly across from you. She leans in close, all the better to hear you.
"What's your name?"
"John. Pleased to meet you."
"This is going to sound weird - but what were you doing in my mouth?"
You run your fingers through your hair, hesitantly. "Well, you see . . . "
"Yes?" you pause. "I think I deserve an answer - it was my mouth you were hiding in after all."
"Well, there was this ring." You hold your fingers apart an inch or two. "About this big with a black stone in the center and a silver band with engraving. Anyway, when I touched it - BAM! I was this tall. I tried to find the ring, but was scooped up into your drink by the bartender."
"Wow."
You take a couple of steps forward, arms spread open. "Anyway, I managed to avoid being swallowed by you -
"Pity, that."
"- and here we are."
"And here we are." She leans in closer, her majestic eyes just a few feet away from you (her scale). "So now what?"
"Well, I was thinking that you could help me get back to normal."
"I mean about us."
"Huh?"
"Well, frankly - this is an amazing opportunity that I don't intend to throw away."
"What… what do you mean?"
"I'm thinking that - I've always had this fascination for - well, how would you want to go where no man has gone? Under controlled conditions, of course."
"Um. . ."
"Come on - it'll be exciting. And just think, you'll get to see a side of me that nobody else ever has."
I don't know. What do you mean controlled conditions."
She pulled a bottle out from under the table, setting it next to you a few feet away. "This is what they give people to make them throw up when they've accidentally swallowed something they shouldn’t have. You take a quick trip down my throat, hang out inside me for a few minutes - and back up you come. Simple as that."
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