Rachel's grip is not the tightest - no doubt she's hoding you loosely for the very justified fear of crushing a 1/8" tall man! So you can carefully pull yourself free while she talks with Abby, and quickly fling yourself away and down berfore she realises.
You slam into the denim of her back pocket, and waste no time in pulling yourself up and inside, out of sight.
Sound is muffled inside here, but you can sense the smaller giantess walking off, and then the distant voice of the mother: "Hey, where'd you go?"
The world shakes, first from one side to the other, and you can only guess that she is checking the bottom of her slippers, hoping not to find your tiny splattered corpse underfoot. Then everything lurches, and the wall around you contracts. You imagine her crouching down to look for you amongst the carpet, her phenomonal musculature shifting her mass with humbling ease.
Her movements are passed through to you subtly, and you poke your head out to get a slightly better view; also allows you to hear what's going on. From your view across her cyclopean bedroom, you guess that she's looking under her bed. At pretty much that exact moment, the goddess exclaims: "Ah! What's this?"
Oh dear. You shoved the size device beneath the bed before you climbed her bedside table: has Rachel now found it? That cannot end well What should you do now?
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