You step back, in awe of the massive foot in front of you. It was pale, with long, slender unpainted toes and dry, rough skin. You could see a few cracks and flakes coming off it, and the nails were a bit unevenly cut. You panned up to see long, equally pale legs leading into a large blue and white striped dress. The girl was very skinny, with thin arms and legs, and a very cut lean torso, but she was still massive compared to you, and it was still a daunting sight. Taking advantage of the girl's sudden lack of movement, you climb onto the sandal in the space between her big and second toes. She has a powerful sweat building up on her toes and her feet are beginning to smell as you get closer and closer to the mounds of flesh. She must have been on her feet all day. Throwing caution to the wind, you know you need to get as far away as possible from the witch's tent and begin punching the toe next to you. The huge hills of pale flesh wiggle up and down as you hear the girl laugh a bit above you. "IS THERE A.... A BUG IN MY SHOE?" You begin to panic a bit as the gigantic girl bends down on one knee to get a closer look at her foot. You stare paralyzed as the girl's face comes into view. She's pretty young, maybe in high school, and she has long, unkempt brown hair that she is struggling to keep out of her eyes with a free hand. She looks pretty cute, but she also looks a bit odd. She has thick, large glasses and her pale face is not host to a perfectly smooth complexion. But still she looks kind of harmless... until she starts talking to you. "COME HERE, BUG. COME AWAY FROM MY TOE AND LET ME TAKE A LOOK AT YOU." While a part of you is happy she's not interested in squashing you out of fear, another part of you is nervous of what she'll do now that she isn't afraid of you. You don't dare move as the giant teenager picks up your insignificant body with her thumb and forefinger. You notice that her nails are unpainted and bit down almost to the core, but are more distracted with her long, slender index finger from her other hand poking you a bit while you're trapped between her fingertips. She's ignoring all the other people around her and toying with this "bug" she found on her toes. Maybe this wasn't the right girl to go to after all. She keeps inspecting you, talking to herself. "YOU'RE A FUNNY LITTLE GUY AREN'T YOU. NOT BLACK OR GREEN OR ANYTHING MORE LIKE PEACH OR TAN... AND ONLY FOUR LEGS, YOU'RE NOTHING LIKE ANY OTHER BUGS I'VE SEEN... AND YOU HAVE ON THE TOP OF YOUR LITTLE HEAD WHAT LOOKS... LIKE... HAIR." Suddenly the realization that you're not a bug creeps across her mind as her eyes go wide and she slaps her hand across her mouth to stop from screaming. You are squeezed slightly in her fingers as she shakes a bit from the knowledge that there's a real live, inch tall man in her grip! She looks around nervously for a second and she places her other hand over you to sheild you from the rest of the world as she stands to her full height. She makes her way to another end of the fair and finally reveals you back out to the light. She stares down at you biting her lip and almost hyperventilating at the sight of you dangling from in between her two huge fingers.
"I... I DON'T BELIEVE IT... IT'S A LITTLE PERSON!" Her two fingers hold you tightly as she lifts you up to her ear, obviously spotting that you were trying to say something to her but your voice was too weak. You decided to stay friendly with the girl and said "Hey, I'm ____... What's your name?" The girl nervously laughs at your tiny voice and says very softly "K... KRISTEN... MY NAME IS KRISTEN. NICE TO MEET YOU. C... CAN I ASK YOU WHY YOU'RE SO... YOU KNOW?" You tell her the story of how you got shrunk by Madame Rosella and you can see from your perspective Kristen's eyes going wide as she hears the tale. You shouted into her ear from the confines of her fingertips that you were happy she found you but now you just wanted to get back to your girlfriend. She brings you back to the front of her face, and you can see in her eyes that she is somewhat defeated. "OH... G.. GIRLFRIEND. I SEE..." She licks her lips and looks down at the ground. How the hell is she this nervous around someone, even if they are only the size of an ant? She stammers out "I... I WAS KIND OF HOPING YOU WOULD WANT... ME TO BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND MAYBE." You stare back completely confused at the strange proposal that was just brought to your attention. Is this girl serious? You yell up at her "You have to be joking... you just met me! And besides I have a girlfriend already, i just told you! Why would you think i would want to be your boyfriend right now?" She bites her lip nervously and says "I... I DON'T KNOW I JUST FIGURED... I'VE ALWAYS BEEN KIND OF DIFFERENT AND NOW... NOW YOU'RE DIFFERENT TOO, JUST IN A KIND OF SMALLER WAY. PLUS... YOU'RE SO CUTE LIKE THAT... NO BOYS MY OWN SIZE WANT TO DO ANYTHING WITH ME SO MAYBE A TINY LITTLE BOYFRIEND IS WHAT I NEED. I MEAN I... I COULD REALLY TAKE CARE OF YOU. LIKE, I HAVE THIS OLD HAMSTER CAGE AT HOME... THE HAMSTER'S GONE, BUT YOU COULD EASILY FIT IN THAT. AND I COULD FEED YOU AND... AND LET YOU SEE ME WITHOUT MY CLOTHES ON AND STUFF... THAT'S... THAT'S WHAT BOYFRIENDS LIKE, RIGHT?" You almost feel sorry for this girl. She's obviously so awkward and weird that she doesn't understand how much you want to get back to your REAL girlfriend Maggie, and she's so desperate for any sort of human contact that she immediately fell in love with you after just a few minutes. Then again, some of it is the girl's own fault. She was kind of homely, maybe if she put some effort into her appearance or her hygiene she could get a guy her own size. You decide to let her down kind of gently and say "Look... Kristen... I think you're really nice and all, but... I don't think it would work out between us! You're a little too young for me and I know it's not what you want to hear but I love this girl and she's probably out worried sick wondering where I am right now, so please... can you help me? I promise we can be friends after all this is taken care of!" The awkward girl wipes a few small tears from her eyes with her free hand and whispers onto your small body...
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