"Oh my... This is absolutely incredible!" Ms. Lewis said excitedly, yet still sounding professional. The teacher picked up a ruler and held it up beside you. "Hmmm... Two inches... Smaller than I was expecting but still a remarkable success." She mumbled to herself. You were still astounded at the fact that you were actually so tiny.
"So... What now?" You ask. Ms. Lewis looks down at you and smiles softly.
"Oh, I just need to make some measurements and take down some notes. Give me one second..." She said as she opened a drawer in her desk and pulled out a very worn looking composition notebook, a pen and a roll of measuring tape. The older woman proceeded to wrap the measuring tape around your chest and waist to get their circumferences, also taking measurements of your limbs, softly mumbling to herself as she wrote the information into her notebook. "Okay. Now I just need to ask you a few questions." She said. "Do you feel at all disoriented?" "Nauseous?" "Are you in any pain?" You answer the questions and Ms. Lewis takes her notes. "Alright! Thank you so much for helping me with this experiment, Chris. Now I just need to grow you back." She said, placing you back on the floor and aiming the device at you. "Uh... Oh no..." The teacher said in an alarmed tone.
"W-what's wrong?" You ask nervously, your heart sinking. Ms. Lewis explains that the device isn't working.
"I'll have to fix this at home... And you'll have to come with... But I can't leave yet. We've still got the rest of the school day." She explained.
"O-okay... We can f-fix this... I'll just stay right near you, Ms. Lewis..." You say shakily, scooting closer to high-heel clad feet, leaning against one of the shoes.
"It's okay! I promise I'll fix this as soon as possible. But you cant stay down there on the floor. Here." Ms. Lewis giggled calmly, gently picking you up and placing you on her shoulder. "It's my planning period and I need to get some grading done. Just sit there and try to calm down." The older woman said, grabbing a large stack of test papers and placing them in front of her on the desk. The rest of the school day went as normally as it could go, given the circumstances. At the end of the day Ms. Lewis picked you up and smiled. "I need to hide you until we get to my house. How am I gonna hide you..." She questioned.
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