Chapter #5In-vest-ed in Julia by: Alina   “Damn it guys, I’m not a maid!” Miranda shouted as she bent over and grabbed the pen she found on the floor. Holding it, she noticed it looked a little odd; something seemed off about it…. Turning over the pen in her hand, she found some weird buttons on it. Just as Miranda’s thumb hovered over one, Julia decided to open her mouth.
“Shit, if you aren’t going to clean then why are you even here?” Julia joked as Miranda shoved the pen in her pocket. She’d deal with it later.
“How about you actually do something productive?” Miranda shot back, annoyed, as she tossed the vest at the sassy guitarist (http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/0...).
“Yes ma’am,” Julia replied as she knocked the vest off of her and reached behind the couch for her guitar case.
FOOM!
“Uuuugh,” you groaned as your wild ride finally came to an end. Rolling over, you looked around. It was still pitch-black all around you in the cloth cavern. Nia’s vest was like a cave system, and if you didn’t know the way out before, you certainly couldn’t now. Slowly, you picked a direction and began walking towards it, arms outreached to find a wall. As your hands suddenly pressed into the thick, unyielding fabric of Nia’s vest, you slowly began to walk along it, hoping that it would work out like the mazes you had gone through as a kid. It was almost nauseating how afraid you were as you began following the twists and turns of the vest maze. Your fingers gently pressed against the thick threads, it was mind-boggling that you had actually been made this small…. Everything moved so quickly before that you hadn’t really gotten a chance to have things sink in, but now in the still darkness with your hand on thick, rope-sized threads it was finally dawning on you…. you were really tiny here. Maybe only as big as an ant, if that! You stopped for a second to breathe; you’d been running around uselessly in circles it seemed. As you held onto the vest-wall, you noticed something deeply concerning. It was slow, but you could feel the thread in your grasp getting bigger; you were still shrinking! Now you were almost hyperventilating as you thought about the consequences of this when you finally caught some good luck.
“Shit, where’s the pick….here!” Julia’s voice echoed within your threaded thoroughfare as she struggled with her guitar on the couch. As she lay back on the couch, Julia took a first strum of the guitar for tuning. The sound was awful and out of pitch. Groaning, Julia placed the pick down and began trying to get her instrument back in tune.
As for you, the discordant strum was music to your ears. Turning towards the sound, you finally got your break. Following the strums that came out in short bursts, you began lifting up the fabric walls, barreling through as quickly as possible before your musical compass was gone…
WOOSH!
The light was suddenly blinding as you found yourself covering your eyes, shielding them as the initial sting started to slowly fade.
BOOM!
“Shit!” you screamed as you suddenly were sent flying head-over-heels backwards.
“Ugh, this is fucking awful!” Julia’s voice echoed above, nearly making you deaf as you cringed and finally looked up. For a moment, all you saw was a pale wall marked with crisscrossing lines. You saw the wall slowly begin to lift. Following it up into the air, you almost swallowed your tongue in shock as you saw the tremendous form of Julia working hard on her guitar (http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/3...).
“Holy fuck,” you said reflexively as you stared up at the skyscraper-sized musician. Your heart began to hammer in fear as the shadow of her hand now engulfed you…it was coming down on you! Charging ahead, you hoped to get out from under Julia’s hand in time as it began to descend on you. Looking up as you sprinted across the couch, you could see the dark wrinkles of the palm of Julia’s palm, each one big enough to swallow you easily. Taking a deep breath, you put out an extra burst of speed and sprinted with all your might, the roar of air getting louder as Julia’s hand was now mere inches from landing. In a last-ditch effort, you leapt with all your might!.....
BOOM!
Groaning, you were in incredible pain as you found yourself, literally, under the thumb of Julia.
“Damn it,” Julia said as she slid her hand on the couch towards the pick she had placed down. Of course, this meant you were along for the ride as well. Screaming, you were dragged across the couch, the rough fabric rubbing you raw as Julia’s hand moved towards her plastic pick. Within seconds, you were suddenly coming up towards the plastic monolith, the tiny pick now easily the size of a large SUV! As Julia’s thumb finally lifted off the couch, you came up with it, your clothing stuck to her skin as you began to struggle in mid-air like an idiot. You tried to brace yourself as you were suddenly coming towards the clear plastic surface, arms up in front of your face. Seconds before impact, you saw your own terrified reflection in the plastic plate of the pick, and then you made contact. It was incredibly painful as you were pressed against the hard plastic. Julia’s thumb threatened to break you in half as it pressed down on it, her other fingers now scrapping against the couch to get under it and pick up the pick. You felt the world tilt as Julia finally lifted the plastic piece into the air, bringing it towards her guitar once again. Gritting your teeth, you tried to brace yourself as the pick finally hit against the metal strings. You would have screamed as the extra pressure from the strings almost squashed you, but the force of Julia’s finger let you only squeak like a mouse as what little air you had left was forced from your lungs.
TING!
“Shit!” Julia said as one of the strings snapped and the pick fell from her hand to her feet (http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7178/69687...).
BOOM!
You felt like you had just survived a plane crash as you laid still on the alien, rough surface. Rolling over, you tried to get up, but your body felt like jelly.
“Fuck this!” Julia’s voice boomed from above as you felt the ground shutter shortly afterwards. In a few seconds, the roar of the TV echoed in your ears, her practice time had come to an end. A moment later, you felt like you were flying as the ground under you moved. Your eyes shot open as you rolled over onto your stomach, clutching the ground in fear of being thrown off your perch. Suddenly you realized, you were on Julia’s shoe!
BABOOM!
As her foot pressed into the ground, you saw the whole terrain before you flatten out. You understood that you were right in the middle of Julia’s toms, but you needed to get her attention, now. Quickly, you began scurrying forwards, your legs getting caught in miniscule threads as you headed for the pale plains of flesh before you (http://www.journeys.com/images/products/...). Running now, you raised your legs high, trying to get through the canvas as Julia settled down.
“Julia!” Nia’s voice rang from across the room.
“What?!” Julia shouted back, not moving as you finally made it to her skin.
“Come here!!!!” Nia shouted, excited.
“No way!” Julia responded as she turned the volume on the TV up. The thundering cascade of noise had you cringing in fear, but you had at least made it to Julia’s exposed foot. Tentatively, you began walking on her skin, your foot sinking into her flesh with each step. Looking up, you saw the giantess still engrossed in her show. This wasn’t working; you needed to get her attention! You began running around and jumping on the vast sea of pale flesh, hoping that Julia would notice. A ripple of flesh knocked you over as Julia flexed her toes in her toms, knocking you over. Getting up, you tried again, making sure to avoid the wave of flesh as Julia wiggled her toes once again.
High above, Julia was going nuts. Something was going on with Nia and Miranda, Rena was pouty, and her damn shoes were doing something weird. Leaning down, Julia started to reach for her foot when she froze as….
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