Courtney is sitting in the examination chair, humming along to the song playing from her iPod. You are standing in front of her huge, smelly, bare feet, and while you don't really move, Courtney all of a sudden looks directly at you, and begins staring. You freeze completely, and think of running, but before you can start, Courtney reaches down with what seems like lightning speed to you at your current size, and using her thumb and forefinger, she grabs you. You get a horrible feeling of vertigo as you are lfited up to her eye level, and as she holds you up to her face, you almost throw up. You see her blond hair, and her lucious red lips, and she begins to speak. She keeps the presence of mind to speak softly, so it is still incredibly loud to you, but it doesn't burst your eardrums.
"So, what do we have here hmmm," Courtney says, with an amused tone in her voice. "Why are you such a small size doctor? It seems like with feet, you'd hardly need to get to this small of a size to examine them properly. I think that you just shrunk yourself to spy on me, the poor helpless little 16 year old girl. I see your attempts to protest, but don't bother, because it's the only feasable explanation, and besides, I'm going to torture you now, a sick pervert like you deserves to be punished. You are now my possesion, my plaything until I get bored of you, and then, I'll dispose of you however I see fit at the time."
You just hang there in her fingertips, stunned. Courtney isn't even going to give you a chance to explain your situation. She begins to speak again.
"So, is it beginning to sink in now? Good. The only problem is, I wouldn't have much time to play with you now, because your secretary will need to talk to you sometime, plus, youro ther appointments might show up. So, I'm going to take you home, and play with you there. So, in you go!"
With that, Courtney puts you inside of her purse, next to some old tissues and a thing of lipstick. She slips her shoes back on, and walks out of the office, giving Dallas a wave as she goes. Courtney makes sure her purse is secure on her arm, and then begins jogging home, causing her bare feet to sweat inside of her shoes. After a twenty minute jog, she finally gets home, and kicks off her shoes, before running to her room, where she shuts and locks the door. The purse is thrown onto the bed, sending you tumbling around.
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