You rethink your options as the earthshaking steps of the waitress grow further, eyeing the floral pattern of the teen's flats. With a resolute breath, you make up your mind - this was still the best option, it had the least amount of steps, and the least amount of danger - the bookworm was very still, at least for now - but who knew when that might change? You had to act, and fast!
With a cautious air, you approach the wall of the towering flat. At your size, it might not be feasible to tackle it head on- the bow at the front dangles just off the edge, providing a handhold up. After some walking, you make it to the fabric, and begin hoisting yourself up the teen girl's footwear.
You could feel the heat radiate from the foot below, a subtle reminder of just how small you had become - this young girl's foot was like an entirely different environment, as you pull yourself up on to the floral print of the stylish flat. The five toes wriggle below, displacing the surface of the flat like a small-scale earthquake, sending you wheeling your arms for balance.
It was now or never - you grit you teeth and crawl forward, the toe of the flat parting to reveal the cleavage of the bookworm's toes - bare, you noticed, as a wave of heat and slight feminine odor wash over you like a strong breeze. You reach out your hand to touch the soft-looking flesh below, and the girl -
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