The woman walking down the trail has looks you always envied, a stunning figure, blonde hair that is like a silk curtain around her face, blue eyes almost crystalline in their color. and cleavage so perky that she must be 20 years old, maybe even 19. "Good bye intruder, and please know that you are more protected by the magic that shrank you, but at this size, it may not matter. I am not sure giants such as yourself will be able to see you....good luck, you are going to need it" and she drops you, screaming.
You fall for what feels like hours: being shrunk so you are the size of an ant, to a regular ant means you weigh almost nothing, are borderline microscopic and the faint wind is moving you around. The warrior witch who dropped you knew what she was about, because as you are falling you see a tan hill spreading out beneath you, two of them with a deep canyon between them, and you are falling right toward them.
You land with barely a sensation, and hardly a bounce on a mostly smooth surface, ut you are sliding down it gentle curve. To one side is a tan horizon, another a darker one, and to another side, a white horizon, with a cliff rising at it. Where the hell are you? The witch was going to drop you toward that woman far below...that curvy college woman....with the impressive cleavage.
YOU ARE STANDING ON HER BOOB! At your size, this woman's breast is roughly the size of California! The smooth tan surface has large holes, pores in her skin, and while you can avoid them, you start running for all your worth. It's hours or running, the ground under your feet moves, but you are so tiny, so inconsequential that you simply move with it, so instead of thunderous earthquakes with each step as she hikes, you can't feel such macroscopic motion at your stupidly reduced size. You try to kick or hit the ground beneath you to get her attention but its no use. You are nothing to this woman, she has no clue you exist, no clue your world is now her breast.
You're size is so small you can't tell where she is, just too vast a scale and your whole world is her breast. You have no clue she finished her hike, only a faint shadow is a sign of the seat belt she puts across her chest, but you have no idea about any of that. You are clueless about the larger world until the first meteor lands not too far from you. It's simply huge, this huge blue clear orb that falls from the sky and if it had hit you, it would have ended you. But what was it? And another, and another in short order. It's water, she's showering and each drop from the shower is so much larger than you that one hits you, you'll be swept away in an instant. Running for it, all you see are the pores, and for lack of anything better, you leap into one, falling into the darker, warmer cavern, the water racing by above your head, but not getting into her pore. You huddle there all night.
Waking up is horrible, because there is this thick white liquid surrounding you, unsure what it is. It doesn't smell good and you have no idea what it is, until you start thinking. You are trapped on this woman's body, and sought shelter from a shower, snuggling into a pore. But, you fell asleep and have been in her pore for hours...what happens if dirt gets lodged in a pore? Oh no, you're surrounded by a small amount of pus, you're a tit pimple! Sure enough a shadows passes over and pressure crushes you, only to have you, and the pus shoot out at an incredible speed. To your size this would have been thousands of miles per hour, the G forces would have squashed you, but the magic of the shrinking powder protected you and splat.
you are stuck to the mirror, in the popped whitehead that shot out, as your former home says "Eww, gross" and wipes you up with a tissue and drops it in the toilet.