After a ten minute walk, the girl I've hitched a ride on goes into an apartment building. I'm relieved because I don't know how much longer I can hold on to her swaying necklace. She gets into the evaluator and hits the number seven. It arrives at her floor with a ding. She walks down the hall to the door with the number 704. As the teen girl reaches into her bag for keys, I nearly lose my grip, bouncing against the soft fabric of her shirt.
She swings the door open and is greeted by a yapping Yorkie. "Oh, Sydney, your home," calls a male voice from the other room. "Mum and dad left on their trip. They said you were in charge of dinner." A boy about 15 years old walks out of one of the rooms.
"Okay," she responds. "I need to shower first. How about you just order a pizza? I don't feel like cooking." She tosses her wallet to her brother. I continue to hold on, feeling more and more like I am invading this girl's privacy. The sooner I can get her attention, the sooner I can get out of this strange dream.
Sydney walks into her room, which is covered in posters of One Direction and the Beatles. She flops her bag on to the bed. I decide to start climbing the necklace. It will probably be easier to get her attention if she can actually hear me. She reaches into a draw and pulls out pajamas and clean underwear. I am nearly to her shoulder as she enters the bathroom.
Suddenly the chain is being lifted over her neck. I don't have time to jump off and end up getting lifted over into the air. With a soft clatter, Sydney places it on the bathroom counter. From here, I can get a better view of the giant girl. She is slender with long dark brown hair. Sydney looks to be about my age. In addition to this, I can't help but note that she is pretty. Even from the top of the counter, she looks enormous, her midriff is level with me.
Not wanting to waste any more time, I yell to get the giant girl's attention. "Sydney... Sydney... Down here." My voice must not carry very far because she turns away. I watch a little abashedly, as she pulls off her blouse and skirt. These are followed by her underwear, revealing her massive white butt. She turns on the water and hops behind the curtain.
I decide to stay on the countertop—no point wandering around, especially if she might accidentally step on me. However, I am a little concerned about how this girl might react to finding an inch tall boy in her bathroom. After what feels like an eternity, the shower finally turns off. Sydney dries herself off with a towel and then wraps it around her body. She walks towards the counter and...
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