*The title means "Shrunken Storm" in German. I wanted a clever title*
You slowly wake up from what you thought was a hangover. All you could remember was watching an anime called Strike Witches with your friends while taking shots. As your friends past out, you were the only one left after probably 25 shots. Dangerous? Absolutely!!! But, this is a work of fiction...so....yeah. After watching probably an entire seasons, you immediately passed out from alcohol poisoning.
Back to where you are now, you noticed that you were on the floor. Problem was, your friend had rugged floors. These were wooden! Looking around, you noticed that not only are you in someone else's room, but also shrunken! The room that you woke up in was rather sloppy. Almost like it's never been cleaned for.......ever. The room's walls had that look that appeared to be around the 1940's. Even the clothing seemed to be from that time period.
Suddenly, you heard the door nob rattle and swing open. You looked behind you to see a young girl enter the room. She had short, blonde hair and light blue eyes. She was wearing a black uniform over a dark grey shirt and black boots. The lack of pants only meant one thing, you were in the anime! And this girl was Erica Hartmann! Probably the messy room would have been a hint since she never cleans it.
"MMM! Man that reconnaissance mission was exhausting." Erica said as she stretched her arms. She then walked towards where you were standing......OH SHIT!!!
"Hey! HEY!!! Down here!" You yelled out. No response. The only thing you saw above you was her white panties and the bottom of her boot. You closed your eyes and waited for a quick death...................and...........no...death? You looked up to see her boot move away and take two steps back.
"What the...?!" Erica said as she spotted you below her feet. She then bent down and grabbing you between her fingers and raising you up to her eye level. At least she was gentle when she grabbed you.
"Who are you? And why are you so small?" Erica asked.
"My name's (Y/N). I actually don't know how or why I'm so small. And no, I ain't no pervert! I had too much to drink last night and I woke up like this.
"I didn't say anything about you being a pervert." Erica said.
"So why are you wearing only panties?!" You blurted out.
"Its kind of hard to explain, basically it's easier to equip our jets. My name is Erica by the way." She explained. "I'm part of the 501st Joint Fighter Wing."
"So....you're not mad at me looking at your panties?" You said in a confused tone.
"You may not believe this, but it actually inspire a cloths line because of us." Erica said.
"Well...that's nice to know. Back at the topic at hand; mind if you help me out with my....predicament?" You asked.
"Well, you are cute for your size." Erica giggled as she gently rubbed your head with her finger. Just the size of her finger was enough to show you how small you really were. Somehow though, you weren't scarred! You actually felt safe!
"Sure, I'll help you!" Erica said happily. "But first,_________________________________________________________"
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