You bite your lip. Up until now the decisions had seemed so easy, it was just a matter of whether to resist or not. Now the dawning (of how vulnerable you would be if you just waltzed right up to Bekah) comes into play. Still under the looming shadow of both Bekah's retreating form and the couch, you look at the room around you, nervous. To your right was the table you had awoken under, and now you still were behind this couch. Bekah was at the other end of the couch now, still making her way somewhere. Across from where you stood was another couch, facing you.
The collective voices of all the people at the party is deafening for you. You can see a group of girls, some your age, a few older. They were far away though, for you anyway. In reality they were across the length of the room, but equidistantly to your size it might as well have been about half-a-mile. Well, maybe not, but your fears had a decent foundation. Life would be tough from now on, and from what you knew insects didn't last long in a world full of giants. Or in this case giantesses, since to your knowledge every male had already left after the party got boring for them.
Still, for all social purposes the party was in full swing. You suppose that was why there were so many females still here, and Sara hadn't ended it. When the shrinking began it had been about midnight, maybe even exactly, but you have no idea what time it is now. For all you know you could have been out for hours, though it's kind of irrelevant. Three options were still within reason, and you were already feeling like everything you'd eaten today was gone. Stomach now rumbling in protest, you know that getting a source of food is on your list for tonight.
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