…“Okay, I have no idea who the hell this woman is. And what on earth is with her get up?”
The woman herself was of Asian descent, kind of skinny and looking like she was in her late twenties or possibly her early thirties. She’s sporting a questionable blue and yellow headband with gems fastened to it with two feathers attached to the side dangling down behind her ear. Her hair was black and long nearly down to her waist but showed signs of having been poorly cared for with clearly visual split ends and what looked to be flowers tied up in there too. She wore a green loose fitting tank top with a purple floral pattern that just barely exposed her midriff. She wore no make up no eye shadow lipstick/gloss or even perfume. And on the topic of smell she smelled a little odd too, not bad at all though. "Probably her own natural scent" you think.
From the waist down she had a skirt with some gray tights that had purposefully had tears in them and cut off at just above her ankles leaving her feet exposed and resting on the table. Speaking of which while dashing to her lap you failed to notice a couple of things one of which being that her nails were unclipped, they were long and like her hair didn’t seem to get a whole lot of attention they didn’t even have any nail polish on them whatsoever. You could even see some dirt stuck beneath her nails as she unconsciously flexed them. Gazing at them more you thank heavens that she didn’t hit you with those she might’ve inadvertently cut you with them you chuckle to yourself. Going through her appearance led you to believe she was some sort of hippie, admittedly you hadn't had much dealing with there kind before. Though this was probably the cutest one you'd come across thus far.
Your mind returns after trailing off and starts focusing on another thing you failed notice. The room was rather large and not just due to your new diminished perspective. It had hard wood floors with a single carpet laid beneath the sofa and table, a couple of exotic plants here and there shelves with some books in them, a fireplace, and a couple large windows with matching drapes. And as soon as your eyes met with the window you immediately felt sick to your stomach, outside you saw trees not even normal ones. Ones you’d find in very dry climate accompanied with dried bushes, dirt, sand, mountains, hills, and rocks lots and lots of rocks with the sun harshly beaming down on them and mountains. You fell to the ground (or rather this woman’s thigh) as this sudden realization hits you “Oh god. I’m nowhere near home, I’m like on the other side of the globe! Is this the desert? Mountains? Am I on the outskirts of Vegas, or Texas or…Something?!?!” All these possible locations filled your head as I tried to come to terms with being small unnoticeable and long, long away from home.
“If it wasn’t for that damn apple, I’d still be at home with my friends and family living my life not this B-movie horror show!” Your fit of rage is immediately interrupted as your landmass begins to move. You start sliding off her thigh as she starts to stand, you grab at her managing to firmly grasp her tights stopping just short of her skirt. She begins to walk to the front door with you in tow scared of being flung off, with each step it feels like being hit with turbulence while on a plane as they slightly jiggle.
Who or what awaits the mystery hippie at her door?
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