Destiny gently places her feet on him, preventing him from getting up and asks me "where shall we take him?"
"Hmmm… I think there's an unoccupied room in the back. We should go there." I say to her. She removes her foot, and then picks him up easily with one hand (I shrank him a to about Barbie doll height). She cradles him as we walk to the room. When we get in, we lock the door behind us. I start looking through my purse, while I hear Destiny in the back saying "Aww, is that little bulge in your pants supposed to be a boner? My pinkie toe is so much bigger than that. You're an odd little guy, aren't you? All of this is turning you on, right?" She says, as she drops him on a bed.
"Hey, Des, I'll be right back. I need to get something in the car." I come back about three minutes later. I pull out two tiny pair of heels and grow them to their normal size. I put my pair on, and they make me 6'3", and as Des is putting hers on, I give her the inch back, so she's now 5'1". Destiny take him off the bed, and stomps her right foot so close to him that when the heel hit the ground wind blew his air a little.
"Take off your clothes," she demanded. "But leave your underwear on."
"Wow," I said, "it's almost like you've done this before." That would be impossible. I haven't even done this. I mean, we've talked about what we would do if some douchebag was ever really disrespectful to us, but she seemed like a pro.
"Yeah, well," she started turning to face him, "I'm not gonna let some little jerk get away with being a pig." I think she was enjoying this a lot, usually because she's usually never seen as a giant to anyone. I gave her the pink Barbie dress and she made him put it on. While in the process, I plopped down on the bed beside him, accidentally sending him some inches (feet to him) in the air. He landed on my lap, and I easily brushed him aside, like you would with crumbs. After he finished putting the dress on, we set him on the ground. I crouch down in front of him. Because of the heels, he wasn't even up to my knew caps. Making sure he can't see up my skirt, I said "Don't worry, little guy. You got off easy. You'll grow back in two days, so I hope you didn't have anything important planned this weekend." I started patting him softly on the back, but strong enough to where I'm slowly forcing him out the door to the test of the party.
As we get to the door frame, he looks up and says "Are you kidding me?" Before I even get the chance to answer, Destiny comes out of no where and swings her leg strong enough to where he stumbles out, with out falling. Before we close the door, we see his ex-girlfriend, Tiffany, a 5'3" Asian cheerleader see him, and laugh at him as she walks over to him. She pours her cup of Coca-Cola over his head, and says "you're lucky I'm over you, or I would've picked you up right now and made your life hell." And walks away, leaving him in a giant pool of Coca-Cola.
"Do you think the heels intimidated him like you said you thought it would?" Des asked.
"It did when you stomped like three inches away from him! But, I think he was so small that the heels didn't make much of a difference. But you looked like a pro at that, holy cow!"
"Hahaha ya, I mean, I'm not gonna lie and say I didn't practice…"
we start taking off our heels, and I shrink Destiny again, and I managed to shrink here slyly enough so she didn't notice.
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