Robin’s world spun as Katie dropped her into Lily’s hand. The kindergarten teacher tilted her head, studying her like a new art piece.
“Wow,” Lily said with a slow blink, holding Robin between two fingers. “You really are tiny. Like, Polly Pocket tiny.”
“Lily, listen to me—Katie has the size changer! You have to—”
But Lily only chuckled. “This is so weird. And honestly? Kinda adorable. I always said you’d look better scaled down to your attitude.”
Robin paled.
Katie patted Lily on the arm. “She’s all yours. I need to hit the Met before lunch—it's a timed ticket.”
And just like that, Robin’s last shot at the size changer walked away in skinny jeans and smug satisfaction.
“Now,” Lily said, holding Robin up at eye level and stepping back onto the path through Central Park, “let’s talk babysitting. You always said I’d be a great mom. Guess this is my test run.”
Robin’s eyes flicked down to Lily’s outfit. Long knitted cardigan, simple floral dress, and—her stomach sank—her signature brown leather knee-high boots.
“No. Lily, please. Not the boots.”
Lily squinted at her. “How else am I supposed to carry you? My bag’s full of art supplies. You’re too small for my coat pocket. Oh! Unless you want me to hold you in my hands the whole walk? What if I sneeze and throw you into traffic?”
Robin opened her mouth to protest but squeaked as Lily began removing her right boot.
The zipper slid down with a zzzzzt that echoed in Robin’s ears like thunder. The scent of worn leather and faint floral lotion wafted up from the shaft. The boot gaped open, revealing the soft, dark insole, slightly shaped from long days teaching kindergarten.
“No. No. Lily. That’s not a safe place!”
Lily ignored her. “It’s super padded. And you’ll stay warm. And best of all…” she tapped the toe, “you won’t be able to interrupt me every two seconds.”
“Lily! I’m not a coin purse!”
“Nope,” she said cheerfully, lifting Robin above the open shaft. “You’re a toe warmer.”
Robin flailed, but Lily calmly dropped her in feet first. She tumbled down, bouncing against the inner wall before landing on the spongy insole.
Then Lily’s foot began to enter.
The pressure came instantly—her sock-clad toes pushing Robin backward until her tiny body was wedged into the curved toe box. She screamed as the leather walls closed around her and the smell of worn boot and body heat enclosed her.
“Just tap if it gets too stuffy in there,” Lily said, muffled by the boot’s leather. Then she zipped it up.
Darkness.
Robin tried to shout, but the thick sock and the tight space absorbed everything. Then came the movement—every step Lily took squished her deeper into the curve of the boot’s front, her tiny body compressed under Lily’s weight. Each step a fresh wave of heat, pressure, and humiliation.
To the outside world, Lily looked calm and cheerful, chatting to herself as she strolled the path toward her apartment.
To Robin, the world was rubber, sweat, and leather—punctuated by the stomp of Lily’s boot and the crush of her toes against her back.
“This is just until Katie gets back,” Lily said out loud to herself. “Or unless I start liking this too much.”
Inside the boot, Robin screamed.
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