You walk down the street that seems strangely devoid of life. You can hear sounds coming from inside the houses and cars off in the distance, but you don't see a soul around. You start to get a little unnerved and feel like a lost little kid. Getting to the front door of the house you realize that everything around you is the size it would be if you were a small toddler. Maybe less than a year old. You try not to think about it since you are so desperate for help so you stand on your tip toes and manage to just barely ring the doorbell. The sound of heavy footsteps coming make you feel like maybe you should run, but before you can the door swings open and you fall down on your butt in shock. Standing before you is the biggest woman you've ever seen. She may be in early 40s, a little heavy from age, but was probably drop dead gorgeous when she was younger. She's wearing a light yellow sun dress and has wavy brown hair. Your mouth almost drops open when she bends down to look at you and you see cleavage that would cover your whole body. You guess you would be the size of a baby in her arms and you feel even more helpless at the thought.
"Oh my goodness, look at you! You're so tiny. I want to just pick you up and squeeze you! I'm sorry, I'm sorry. What happened to you? How did you get here? Come in, come in, you look exhausted." The woman says as she ushers you into her home. You explain what happened and ask if she has way to get in touch with the Coast Guard.
"Why yes, I have a radio in the other room! Let me call them up quickly, go ahead and have a seat in the kitchen. I'll be right back." She runs off down a hall so you walk into the next room and the feeling of being a child continues. You can't even see the top of the table and struggle to pull yourself up into a chair. Once you've managed, you find you are at chin level with the table and your arms can barely reach over.
After a few minutes the woman returns, looking a little concerned. "I got a hold of the coast guard and they said they can't send a ship or helicopter out to us because of the storm. As soon as the weather breaks they will send someone though. You are more then welcome to stay with me until they come. I'm Ms. Peterson by the way."
"Thank you Ms. Peterson." You sigh appreciatively and introduce yourself.
"You look starved, let me make you something to eat." Soon she has whipped up a sand-which and some chips on a plate and set it in front of you.
"Um..." You hesitate.
"What's wrong?" She asks.
"This is a little embarrassing. I can't reach it. I'm...your table is too big."
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry. I should have realized. Here, you can sit.."
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