This choice: Gwen doesn’t believe Cody but helps him anyway • Go Back...Chapter #6Begrudging Assistance by: Unknown Original by Azazel-8
Gwen wanted to believe that Cody was better than this, but his comments about her ass weren’t exactly helping his case. In the past he’d flirted with her excessively, and generally had made no secret of his interests, so it was hard to give him the benefit of the doubt. The goth girl felt he most likely had been perving on her, but that maybe things had gotten a bit out of hand.
She was annoyed, to say the least, but she reminded herself that Cody was still her friend and that right now he seemed like he needed her help. “Fine, I’ll trust you, for now.” Any attempt from the shrunken boy to respond was interrupted by a finger pointed at his chest. “But first, turn around while I change. And if I catch you looking, including through the mirror, you’ll wish I’d left you under my ass!” Her commanding tone had its desired effect and her tiny guest quickly turned his back.
Though his back was turned, Cody could still hear the sound of rustling cloth as Gwen pulled on her clothes for the day, blushing furiously at the thoughts going through his mind. The temptation to turn around, or sneak a peak in the dresser mirror, was intense, but the fear of retaliation, and the stench of the gas that still clung to him in a noxious cloud, won out. He could barely even imagine what the giant girl would consider worse than being under her ass, and he didn’t want to find out.
After a few moments Gwen had finished changing, now bedecked in black jeans and a green singlet top. Sitting down to grab her usual boots, she tapped Cody on the shoulder and let him turn around. “So, any ideas on how to get you back to normal?”
The little nerd shook his head, awkwardly adjusting his glasses. “Not really. Like I said I don’t know how this happened. Maybe I was hit with some kind of shrink ray, or I’ve fallen into some alternative dimension, or it’s a curse, or…” Cody trailed off as Gwen rolled her eyes. “Sorry.”
“Whatever. If you’ve got no leads then I’ve got other things to do while you think about it. I need to head to the shops. Now the question is, are you coming with me or are you staying here?”
Personally Gwen didn’t really care either way. She was a little concerned about Cody running around unmonitored in her apartment, but she figured there wasn’t much he could really do at his size. He’d clearly already seen her underwear after all, so there wasn’t much to hide from him anymore. On the other hand, taking him with her presented its own problems. She wasn’t planning on carrying a purse, and there was no way she was going to carry him in her cleavage, so he’d either need to go in the back pocket of her jeans or get stored in her boot with her sweat-prone feet. “If you’re coming with, you’re going to have to decide whether you’d rather take a ride in my boot or my pocket.”
Cody was conflicted. All things considered he’d much rather spend more time with Gwen than be left behind by himself, but neither of his transportation options sounded particularly appealing. The battering he’d experienced under his friend’s rear had been painful and he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to survive being trampled underfoot, but he also wanted to avoid being farted on again.
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