"I'm fine staying here..." you say with slight embarrassment.
"Ok. I was kind of hoping you would be..." judging by the return of a flush to her cheeks, Christina felt the same. She started the car, the movement of her arms shifting your plush throne, the soft flesh pressing against you gently. You settled back into her, allowing the perfume to overtake your senses and her heartbeat upon your back to quiet the fears in your mind about your sudden change in stature. "So you really have no idea how you got so small?" Christina asked, her eyes falling to you frequently as she drove.
You took a moment to think before replying, "No. I was just hanging around the party when I just noticed, y'know, my entire world get a bit bigger. I mean, life happens." Your sarcasm helped to withhold any actual terror about your circumstance as well as to repel a more grim mood. You didn't want Christina to get too worried. That would no fun. You also felt that as long as she remained calm you could. Everything would be fine. You hoped.
"You really have no clue? Anything could help. I guess. I've never heard of anything like this actually happening so it's hard to find a point of reference."
"Nope. No idea."
"Well, I suppose the best we can do is just focus on tonight." She paused, a question hesitating on her tongue. "Are you- are you comfy. Or you know, comfortable?"
You took a beat to appreciate her nervousness and chose to consider it a sign of affection for you, hoping not to be a response to your size. That, in addition to the monumental mammaries on either side of your body.
"Yeah," You respond. "I'm very comfortable."
"Good!" She said. "Cool. Super cool."
The sound of the road running beneath the tires and the muted wind filled the silence between the two of you as you both attempted to find a topic to bring up. Finally you make the first advance and ask the question that had been pricking your thoughts since you first heard she was coming.
"Why did you come tonight? To the party?"
"Oh! They party? I dunno. I just thought it would be fun to go to. I mean, I heard you were going so it couldn't be too awful, right? Just ended up reading magazines, though." What she didn't tell you then was that she had actually decided to go, like you, after hearing that you were going and that you were on her mind as she got ready to leave. Her breasts may always make themselves known regardless of what she wears, but not everything she wears is generally so low cut. "Most of the other girls were drunk downstairs. I think I saw, what was her name? Amanda! Yeah, she was just checking her phone on the couch most of the night. Where were you? Before you shrunk, I mean."
"I migrated a lot." You avoided mentioning that you were looking for her more than once. "Not the type to get drunk?"
"Not at a party like this. If it was just friends hanging out, then maybe, but a high school party like this? No way. Besides, I drove myself."
"That's true. Well, I'm glad you didn't tonight. Who knows what what would have happened to me if you were?"
"Yeah. I'm glad too."
You felt a slight squeeze as she said this.
You began to think of the rest of the night and what was in store for your small self, "Is it really ok for me to stay with you tonight?"
"Of course!" She said in a convincing certainty. "It isn't as if my parents will see me brining a boy home. Especially at, what?" She glanced at the clock on her dashboard. "Three am? Yeah, they're both asleep."
"Did they know you were going out tonight?"
"They knew."
"Seems like they have a lot of trust in you."
"Well, like I said, I don't really drink at these kind of parties and I'm not dumb enough to drive even if I did, so they don't really worry about it."
"That's convenient for tonight."
"It certainly is." She laughed, bouncing you mildly.
You filled the rest of your car trip with the familiar conversations you were glad to have been able to become used to. There were butterflies in your stomach and they weren't from the height you were sitting.
"Hey, Christina, can I tell you something?"
"Yeah? What is it?"
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