Dylan was surrounded by the five normal-sized women; they formed a semi-circle in front of him. Destiny and Serena were to his left, and Jerrica and Twila were on his right. Vikki was standing guard right in front of him as she spat in his direction. The spit was a dead aim, and hit Dylan squarely in the torso and face, knocking him over. This got a reaction from his normal-sized female captors, some of them high-fived each other.
"Enough of this playing around," said Destiny. "I have an ankle bracelet I want you to wear from now on, Dylan. It will restore you to normal size so you can go about your daily tasks, but you will shrink back down to ant size at night time, so you'd better return here every night, or you'll shrink in public!" Destiny had something in her hand, and she knelt down and dropped it in front of Dylan. It had been replicated to fit him perfectly; Destiny must have made it while he was driving to town to place the transponder in front of the theater. "Put it on, Dylan, don't just look at it."
Dylan walked to the edge of the shrunken town, and walked toward the ankle bracelet.
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