"Logic Danny." You reprimand yourself. "At your size you wouldn't be able to eat a Skittle anyways." You sit down moodily; this situation is not improving. You're an inch tall, you have no food what so ever, and if you remain in this state for much longer you might just end up becoming a meal to one of her family's pets. Not your idea of a fun time. Almost on cue you hear the door creak open slightly. Hope turns to cold fear when you see that instead of Michelle it is in fact her cat Patches. Fear turns to panic as you see where Patches is heading. The chair you are currently occupying has always been Patches favorite place to stretch out. You've seen him there hundreds of times. Patches was already half way across the room. You need a decision fast. You obviously can't let yourself be caught out in the open. You look around franticly. You could try and hide in the bag of Skittles but the cat would simply have to look in the bag. The cat is almost to the bottom of the chair. One leap and it will be up here with you. Inspiration strikes you and you immediately dash for the top of the pair of pants that had allowed you to climb up here in the first place.
You make it just in time, leaping into the folds of Michelle's pants just as you feel the cat leap onto the chair. You quickly crawl deeper inside to avoid detection. You can feel the cat laying down somewhere o to your left. You crawl in just a tiny bit farther and are surprised to suddenly run into a wall of silk. There must be a balled up thing of panties in here you think. Expecting a long stay waiting out the cat you nestle yourself within it's folds and fall asleep.
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