Although it is an intriguing thought, you decide that the reality of
being forcibly used for your step-sisters' amusement is something you'd like to avoid.
"I'd rather stay with you, Mom. I want to have fun but be safe, too."
You think you catch a glimmer of amusement in the enormous eyes locked onto your tiny form, and you gasp slightly as the the flesh surrounding you squeezes even tighter for an instant.
"OF COURSE, SWEETIE. I'LL MAKE SURE YOU CAN'T BE REALLY HURT. BUT WON'T YOU BE BORED JUST SITTING ON THE COUCH WATCHING MY SHOWS? I CAN'T HAVE YOU WALKING AROUND THE HOUSE ON YOUR OWN, OR YOU MIGHT GET LOST."
"N-no, Mom! It'll be, uh, it'll be like IMAX! The TV must be so huge!" Way to think fast, Tom! She won't suspect a thing! Too bad her shows are the kind of lame daytime dramas that make you roll your eyes. You've seen them before and they are not your favorite, to say the least, but you think you'll be able to find your own entertainment this time.
"WELL, I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THAT, BUT I'M SURE YOUR AUNTY ANN WILL BE HAPPY FOR THE COMPANY. I MADE HER PROMISE TO WATCH THEM WITH ME, AND I KNOW SHE GETS BORED. WELL, WE BETTER GET DOWN THERE!"
With that, she unceremoniously dumps you into her shirt pocket and walks out of the bedroom. As you bounce around in the loose fabric, your heart races a little as her words sink in. Aunty Ann would never hurt you, but she is playful, very playful, and as you've seen many times before, having something or someone tiny at her feet is one of her favorite pastimes. A bored Ann could be more than you bargained for, but you feel strangely elated at the thought. The rhythm of your stepmother's walking lulls you into a reverie as you imagine what might be in store.
A couple of minutes later, you are roughly jolted out of it as the huge fingers fish you out of the pocket and pull you out into the open.
"WOW, SIS, YOU WEREN'T KIDDING! AND HE WANTED TO STAY LIKE THIS?" The voice is Ann's, but it takes you a moment to make sense of the impossibly proportioned environment. You realize that you are dangling from your stepmother's fingers in front of Aunty Ann's broadly smiling face.
"THAT'S RIGHT! I GUESS HE WANTED SOME QUALITY TIME WITH US, AND MAYBE HE'S BEEN A LITTLE CURIOUS. ANYWAY, I'M GOING TO GET US SOMETHING TO MUNCH ON." Before you realize what's happening, you're deposited on a couch cushion, with Cathy striding off into the distance.
Aunty Ann, sitting on the cushion next to you, immediately curls her legs underneath her, pushing her pretty soles tantalizingly close to you. You are transfixed by the sight of them, their warmth and faint scent washing over you as they loom overhead, about twice your height. You look up to her face and your heart skips a beat as you see her staring right back at you, still wearing that huge grin. She winks, and you know she knows exactly what you were staring at so intently. Her toes wiggle invitingly.
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