You jump down to where she's sitting. You stare at her rear a moment, taking advantage of the situation. Then survival comes back to mind. You start kicking and punching her leg. She doesn't notice at first, but after a few moments, she turns and sees you. Her eyes go wide in surprise, but she doesn't say anything. She turns back to her friend and continues talking, but her hand slowly reaches over, picks you up, and puts you in her pocket. You sit in her warm pocket comfortably, listening to what Sasha says. "I'll phone you tonight, but I have to go." She says to her friend. "OK then, I should probably get going too." Sasha stands up bouncing you in her pocket. After walking for a while, her hand slides into her pocket, and pulls you out. Your eyes take a moment to adjust to the light. You realize your in the girl's bathroom. You sit in Sasha's hand. "(Your name)? What happened to you? Your so small..." Sasha asks. "I have no idea." You reply. "Something hit me in the head, and I was knocked out. When I woke up, I had somehow shrunk." Sasha is silent a moment, with a thoughtful look on her face. "Well, what are you going to do?" She finally says. "I don't know. I was hoping you could help me, that's why I came to you."
Oh, just one thing. Is this one of the days she seems to hate you, or like you?
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