“Stupid Casual Fridays!”, you curse angrily.
Your cotton encasing tightens, then loosens its grasp in rhythmic fashion. Muffled tremors interrupt your less imprisoning moments. Rough denim penetrates the thin membrane of cotton at your front, harshly massaging your fragile facial features. The fleshy stench is amplified by the sweat permeating through the back wall of your pitch black cell and into your absorbing body.
In a vain effort to distract yourself from this constant state of discomfort, you give thought to the question of how Jeannie could do such a thing to you. Seriously, such a thing shouldn’t even be physically possible! Yet here you stand, approximately three inches tall by your brief estimation, proving conventional science wrong. If you weren’t so terrified, you would probably be proud of such an accomplishment.
After a long and unenviable while, the torturous pattern ceases. The ceiling of your dark prison splits, allowing light to intrude onto the scene. Taunting prodigious fingers slip through the opening, wiggling anxiously as they home in on your position. A hard, red shell punches your chest. A much softer, but no less gentle, olive padding conforms to your shoulder blades as it merges violently with your back. Your two assailants attempt to connect, squeezing your lungs dry of carbon dioxide.
Rising toward the illuminating hole, your legs frantically search for ground to tread upon. Your arms flail in desperate protest. It feels as though your frenetically pulsating heart could burst at any moment. As you make your involuntary exit, the immediate exposure to brightness blinds your vision.
Adjusting to their new environment, your eyes take in only blurs of seemingly random color at first. Gradually, your sight restores, revealing your captor’s weaving red hair surrounding her face as it drapes slightly past her narrow shoulders. You take notice of Jeannie’s deep blue eyes as they fixate on your pathetic form with great intrigue. You stare back in awe, discontinuing all other actions.
Your elevation suddenly begins to decrease in an angular motion. A shooting movement throws you away from Jeannie, her slender, golden tanned tentacles releasing their grip on you. A strong gust of wind builds under your plummeting body. Your vocal cords start to emit a feeble shriek, but your backside collides with a smooth, yet unforgiving surface before the sound is able to leave your throat.
You quickly pull yourself to your feet, the oaken platform decorated by onyx swirls serving as a welcome change from the flimsy fabric of your former holding place. Your attention returns to the gargantuan woman before you, her busty chest, dressed in light blue fabric, hanging just above eye level. You strain your spine to look beyond this...distraction as you converse with Jeannie.
“How’s it going?”, Jeannie’s voice retains its sweet tone, despite its dramatic increase in volume.
“How...how could you do this to me?”, you ask, ignoring her question.
Jeannie’s monstrous arms emerge from under the table on which you are standing, setting themselves on either side of your location. They stretch the entire length of the table, and their width could support two lanes of traffic each.
“Quite easily, really”, Jeannie answers, “I used to shrink people all the time”.
“You did?!”, you exclaim with a mixture of curiosity and fear.
A smirk crosses Jeannie’s plush red lips, “Yeah, it used to be so much fun, but it got old after a while”.
“Old?”, you question.
Jeannie continues unabated, “I mean, stepping on little men, grinding them into the ground, was empowering at first, but it got real boring real quick. Besides, do you have any idea how hard it is to clean that stuff off of my shoes?”
You shudder as your imagination visualizes the scene Jeanie describes.
“ And sure, I admit it was great to crush tinies in my fist”, Jeannie gazes down at her now clenched hands, “but they always made such a sticky mess in my hand. It was kind of gross”.
“....”, you can’t find the words.
“I even tried eating some of the little ones. They tasted horrible! I actually choked on one I swallowed whole. That puny jerk just wouldn’t stop wiggling around in my throat. Can you believe the nerve of some people?”.
“W-what are you going to do to me?”, you force out of your mouth, eager to change the subject.
“You”, Jeannie pauses, presumably for effect, “are going to play a game with me”.
“A...game?”, you are unsure how to react.
“Yeah”, Jeannie confirms, “A game. You’ve heard of Hide and Go Seek, haven’t you?”.
“Oh, so you want me to hide?”, you say with confidence.
“Noooo”, Jeannie’s voice upswings, “I want you to seek. You see, I’m going to leave you in this hotel room. If you can find me, I’ll change you back to normal. That’s it!”.
“That’s it?”, you echo skeptically.
Jeannie’s petite chin swoops towards you with great haste. Her cutely rounded nose stops just inches from prodding your chest. Instinctively, you take a step back. Uninstinctively, your feet trip over themselves, causing you to fall over backwards.
“Of course that’s not it!”, Jeannie tries to state seriously, but can’t help but giggle at her own silliness, “You have to bring a...replacement with you. A female replacement, to be exact”.
As you stand yourself back up, and before you can get a word of complaint in, Jeannie asks, “So, are you ready?”.
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