The zap of the remote blinds your vision for a couple seconds, and as your eyes refocus, you gasp.
"Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkk..." you murmer, craning your neck upwards.
Above you towered Trisha, her pink pajamas stretching like twin skyscrapers several hundred feet into the air. Even further up, her simple gray T-shirt billowed slightly like the sail of an enormous ship, the playful breeze providing brief, tantalizing glimpses of her bare breasts. From your position on the floor, you couldn't see beyond the swell of her chest, and could only imagine her reaction to your disappearance.
Instead of setting the remote to shrink you an inch or two, Trisha must have accidentally shrunk you to an inch!
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