A busy day was ahead for Miranda, but she really didn't feel like getting out of bed today. She wanted to see what the little mite on her foot was up to today. It wasn't just an ordinary mite mind you, it was a person, well it used to be a person. It was a woman that through no fault of her own, found out her secret and needed to be dealt with.
These mortals were far too nosy for their own good and the pathetic microscopic tramp occupying the big toe on her right foot, or wherever she was now on her foot, heard too much and needed to be punished. This wasn't the 1st time she had to do this either. Her body had plenty of occupants through the millennia she was in this world, but she decided that her feet needed some attention. So she shrank the nosy woman who dared to go snooping around her and condemned her to eternity on her right foot. Or at least until she died.
Miranda smirked. Those who knew her didn't see her as a cruel person, but she delighted in the power she had over these mites. She wiggled her toes, which was sure to jar her little pet awake if she had dozed off. Using her powers, she focused on the mind of her new slave.
Have you finished exploring your new home yet, my little dustmite?
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