Erica stared up at the bottom of her glass towering high above her. She was stood next to the base of the stem and could see the sparkling bubbles forming at the rounded bottom.
"Th-this can't be, what the hell happened to me?!" She began to panic, quickly losing the strength in her legs and buckled to her knees, and slumped on to her behind. Holding a hand to her chest, she began to breathe heavily, trying to think through her sudden situation but it was hard to hear herself think over the booming music coming from the speakers.
She looked around and noticed her giant fork, yet to be collected by the waiting staff, laying near her. She could see her giant thumb print on the side from when everyone had been eating earlier. It was hard to take in the sense of scale, something that was small enough to be held in her hand now looked large enough to warrant it's own airport hanger. It was simply enormous, as was everything else around her. From her purse, to her cutlery, everything was just stupidly gigantic to the tiny woman now.
As Erica was trying to make sense of it all, suddenly the tall glass toppled sideways as the table violently lurched. Quickly, she got to her feet and dived away from the glass as it tipped onto the table and rolled on it's axis towards her, making a wave of bubbly wash towards her. She yelped as she tried to get to her feet, but the alcoholic beverage washed up her legs and soaked her dress, instantly soaking in a vast amount and making her dress incredibly heavy. It washed further up her body, over her head and hair and completely coated her.
"Oh no, oh no...!" Erica splashed in the tiny puddle, or what seemed like a large pond, of booze and jumped at the sound of a young teen talking high above her. She rolled on her back to get a better view and was instantly stunned at the sight before her.
Elsie was a pretty strawberry-blonde with deep emerald eyes, a small button nose and a cute face plastered with light freckles. She had her hair in curls draping over her right shoulder, just lightly touching the top of her modest breasts for her age and her silver chained necklace that was wedged between them, that were tucked into her light blue dress that hung down to her knees. She had obviously bumped into the table whilst dancing and knocked the glass over and now she was rushing to find something to dab the drink with. But something else Erica noticed about Elise.
She was one of the kids that she had shushed earlier int he ceremony, receiving a scowl after doing so.
This didn't really mean much to Elsie, she guessed the teen wouldn't remember her anyway. It looked like the teen had helped herself to a could of drinks as it was. Erica noticed her balancing on her feet was slightly off, and watching her reach for a serviette only confirmed it as the teen almost fell over reaching over the table.
Erica didn't care either way, she needed this young woman's attention. She tried to get onto her feet, but she just couldn't lift herself from the additional weight the dress had taken on. She could only watch and yell for her attention, and the rest was down to pure luck.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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