Giggles catch my attention as I stand there, catching my breath. Slowly creeping toward the source, I peer around the corner to see three girls in various states of undress, changing into their gym clothes. They are sophomores, so I don't know them. One of the girls has sandy blond hair and sun-kissed skin. The girl next to her is shorter and has long chocolate-brown hair. Finally, there is a Latino girl with black hair.
I feel a sense of embarrassment wash over me, realizing that I'm intruding on their privacy. However, the potential danger of leaving the locker room keeps me rooted to the spot, and I decide to remain hidden, content to observe from the shadows. The girls chatter away, unaware of the miniature presence. As I watch, a feeling of arousal stirs within me, my body responding to the sight of their slender bodies.
The blush on my cheeks deepens as I realize the shameful nature of my desires. Suddenly, the girl with blonde hair, catches sight of me out of the corner of her eye. She points in my direction, drawing the attention of the other two girls. Fear grips me as I realize my cover is blown. "What is that?" asks the blonde.
"It's a bug!" exclaims the brunette-haired girl beside her, cringing in disgust.
"That is a weird-looking bug," states a Latino girl, her eyes sparkling with interest. I consider making a run for it, but the girls' towering figures are blocking my only avenue of escape. With no other options, I remain still, watching in dismay as the girls close in on me, their towering presence a stark reminder of my miniature stature. They crowd around me, their giant figures casting shadows over my diminutive form. I feel trapped, a prisoner to their enormous size.
Suddenly, the blonde scoops me into her hand, "Dude, I think this is a tiny guy, not a bug." She giggles at my tiny form.
"Oh my God, no way!" the brown-haired girl exclaims. She moves in closer to get a better look. I am impressed by the sheer size of her face to me. Her breath washes over me like a warm breeze. "Where do you think he came from?"
I open my mouth to explain, but the Latino girl pipes in before I can, her voice washing mine out. "I don't know, but he is adorable. Ever since seeing that old movie, Indian in the Cupboard, I have thought having a tiny person as a pet would be cool." The blonde smirks in response as though she likes that idea. I look at them in shock, hardly believing they would consider keeping me.
Before I can protest, a loud voice calls from just outside the locker room. "Come on, girls, we started 3 minutes ago." I recognize the voice of the P.E. teacher.
The blonde-haired girl looks at her friends. "We will have to decide what to do with him later. For now, we need to hide him." Without another word, she plucks my tiny form from her palm and deposits me gently into her gym bag. My objection is stifled by the sudden darkness engulfing me as the zipper slides shut. The girls' voices become muffled, their laughter echoing faintly from outside. Despite my situation, I can't help feeling a sense of relief; at least here, I'm safe from being trampled. The bag smells of freshly washed clothes and cheap perfume. It's cramped, but there's a comforting softness underneath me—a fluffy towel, perhaps.
I get jostled around a bit as the bag is lifted. I hear the sound of a locker door closing, and I assume the girls have gone to their gym class. From within this new prison, I struggle to come to terms with my predicament. I had accidentally shrunk myself, was nearly trampled to death, and then captured by a couple of teenage girls. Time seems to drag on forever in the darkness of her bag. I don't even bother to escape since I know there is no way I will be able to move the zipper at my current size. Tired by the whole ordeal, I drift off to sleep again.
The sound of a bunch of teenage girls wakes me, and I assume P.E. must have ended. Once most of the voices have died down, the bag shifts around me. Suddenly, I hear a whisper above the murmur of voices. "I'm really curious about our little guy," the blonde's voice says. The bag unzips slightly; a sliver of light pierces through, and I see her face peering at me. She scoops me out and turns to her friends. "So, what do you think we should do with him?"
The girls huddle around me, their faces forming a semi-circle of curiosity and fascination. They look at me as if I'm some strange, exotic creature. "I vote we keep him," says the Latina girl, her gaze meeting mine. Her brown eyes dance with amusement, the corners of her mouth tugging upwards into a soft smile. "Like a... I don't know, a pet?" I bristle at this suggestion, but the giggles around me suggest that they find this quite entertaining.
"He'd make a good pet," laughs the blonde, drowning out my complainants.
The brunette girl grins cheekily, mirroring her friend's enthusiasm. "Imagine all the fun we could have with him," she says, casting a look in my direction that sends shivers down my spine. "But I don't know, girls," the brunette continues, scratching her chin thoughtfully. "It might be more trouble than it's worth. What if someone finds out?"
The Latina girl rolls her eyes, huffing in exasperation. "No one will find out. He is so small, we can hide him anywhere."
"Besides," the blonde interjects, absently stroking my back with her fingertip, making me shudder involuntarily. "He can't exactly rat us out... can you?" she asks, flashing a playful smile in my direction. I open my mouth to protest again but close it quickly realizing it would be futile. It was clear these girls were bent on keeping me. I felt like an animal being traded at the pet store.
Their laughter echoes around me, and I'm passed from hand to hand like a plaything, each girl marveling at my tiny size. The Latina girl brings me close to her face, studying me with such a concentrated gaze that I momentarily forget about my predicament. Her eyes are an alluring caramel color, framed by thick black lashes. She smiles at me, a tantalizing dimple appearing on one side of her mouth.
Before I could dwell any further on this strange allure, the blonde snatches me back. "We've got to get to our next class. I will keep him for now, and then we can get back together at my place after school to play with him." With a mischievous grin, the blonde girl shoves me into her bra, her laughter mingling with that of the other girls. It's hot in here, uncomfortably so, and the scent of her perfume is almost overwhelming. The skin around me feels tender and smooth, and it undulates as the girl moves around, each step sending tiny tremors through my body.
Meanwhile, the girls scatter off to their next classes. The blonde even takes a few moments during her classes to check on me secretly, slipping her fingers inside her bra with a sly grin plastered on her face. She does not pull me out until...
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