You were hoping she would take you back in something a little bit more comfy (like maybe her sock?) but instead, Annie merely dropped you into the pocket of her labcoat, letting your tiny body bounce against the fabric. Staring up at her, you yelled at her to be more careful with you, but the massive Indian girl didn't pay you any notice. Instead she patted against the outside of the pocket, as if the secure you, but instead it just shook you around your white colored prison even more. "NOW THAT I KNOW YOU'LL BE SAFE, LET'S GET INSIDE AND START SOME MORE TESTS!" Your light is cut off by the massive form of her hand reaching into the pocket and laying on top of you. Your entire body is covered by just two of her fingers, which hold you tight against her palm in an unyielding grip. She's probably not even using any energy to keep you there, but your tiny body is pinned against the warm flesh of this Indian beauty. her hand smells like a cinnoman lotion, and you start to feel comfortable in her warm embrace. The fingers move slightly up and down your miniscule body, and a laughter echos around you. She is obviously having some fun feeling her tiny bug sized friend trapped in her hand. The area around you is starting to get sweaty and you feel yourself almost in a free fall, sliding from finger to finger, looking for anything to grab hold of. You wrap your hands around her pinkie finger, and hold on for dear life as your hot prison stops shaking.
She must have stopped walking. Those few steps into her house felt like an eternity for someone in your position. All of a sudden, the two fingers closest to you grasp you between them and your body is lifted from the pocket. The world goes zooming by as the fingers head to their destination and lower down to a solid white plane. You manage to unstick yourself from the sweaty lotioned hands of your friend, and you land on the surface. You look around and see several beakers, a metal ruler that is trapped in the upright position, and a diagram that seems to show an outline of a human, and on next diagram over is a significantly smaller drawing of the same outline. You can't even fathom a guess as to how long she's been working on this project, but it's obvious that it paid off. You walk around the desk trying to get familiar with your surroundings. Without a human to compare yourself to, the simple objects on her desk are breathtaking. Pens are about twenty times as long as you are tall. You could trap yourself without escape in what looks like a ring for her index finger. And you make your way up to the ruler and stand up to measure yourself, confirming that Annie's machine has in fact made you only half an inch tall. You're the size of a bug in the care of your Indian friend. And just as that thought crossed your mind, a strong voice came over your body. "SO, NOW THAT YOU'RE THIS SIZE, WE'RE GOING TO NEED TO PERFORM SOME TESTS. MAKE SURE THAT THE MINIATURIZATION HASN'T DONE ANYTHING TO YOUR BODY BESIDES MAKING IT TEENY TINY."
Looking back, you see that Anamika has taken off the lab coat, revealing a pink tank top. Her eyes glistened behind the lens of her glasses, and her smile was so reassuring, you completely forgot that you were the size of an ant on her desk. "COME TO THE EDGE OF THE DESK PLEASE, SO WE CAN BEGIN". You would follow this woman into battle if you could. You were totally under her spell. Coming to the front of the desk before her massive body, you watched in awe as her giant frame bent down to gaze at her little subject. She was an absolute goddess, coming down to earth to look you in the eyes, it was breathtaking. hot air flowed over your body as the goddess asked "NOW BEFORE WE GET INTO THE ROUTINE PROCEDURE, I WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW WHY I SHRUNK YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE." Drumming her massive fingers against the desk, causing thunderous slams at your tiny size. "IT'S NOT REALLY BECAUSE OF THE POSSIBILITIES OF GOOD A DEVICE LIKE THIS COULD DO, OR BECAUSE I WANTED THE FAME AND ADULATION." She gets in very close to you and whispers onto your tiny body, "I MADE SURE YOU WERE THE FIRST PERSON I SHRANK BECAUSE I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT I..."
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