"Well uh," you start, "I've always had a fantasy of being shrunk and it would be fun. . ." "How bout you hide and I'll try and find you," Zach said. "Okay." he laid facedown on his bed and covered his eyes. "One. Two. Three. . ." You slide down the side of the bed. You look around the room. You see a desk and a chair, a dresser, and a some dirty clothes on the floor. You run towards the clothes and burrow under the fabric. You look at the plaid cloth around you and see a slit. This must be some boxers. You peek out the slit. Zac gets up. "Fee fi fo fum!" He giggles. He bends down and looks under the bed. "Where aaaaaaaaare you?" He giggles again. He Zach starts to walk towards the clothes. He picks up the boxers you're in and shakes them. You tumble out onto his hand. "You peeked!" you exclaim. He then giggles. "Do you want to get something to eat?" Zac asks. "Okay." He holds you in his hand and walks out his bedroom door and starts down the stairs. Zach speaks, "My parents don't get home until late." He opens a cabinet in the kitchen and grabs some chips. He then walks to the den and lays down on the couch. He puts you on his stomach and sets the chips beside you. Zach turns on the TV. He reaches in the bag and grabs some chips. He puts them in his mouth and chews.
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