The shock of my initial encounter had not worn off entirely before the now familiar vibrations signaled the return of the Brobdingnagian goddess. Luckily my haven under the cabinet gave me sanctuary from her tremendous foot falls. Had I stayed where I was minutes before I would have surely been crushed. Her toes faced me momentarily before turning towards the gargantuan bath tub. They were painted a metallic pink, the polish was slightly chipped but then again at my size even the slightest imperfection was painfully obvious. Seconds later came the sound of running water.
***
Misty retrieved a towel and walked back to the bathroom still groggy but starting to come around to the idea of being in the waking world. She turned toward the sink just long enough to lay her towel down before stepping toward the shower to let the water heat up. “This is going to be a long day” She muttered to herself. She was only 21 a girl her age shouldn’t have to work this hard. She should be out partying with her friends or studying for her finals. But no She had to be independent, so she worked a full time job at the local mall. She was Assistant manager of Sturbux Coffee, not bad for her age. With the steam from the water fogging up the mirror she began to undress.
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