This choice: I better put on the clothes, I might catch a cold otherwise • Go Back...Chapter #6Location? by: Sage   You decide after a little thought to don the clothes that Tiffany provided you, after all someone must have gone through a lot of trouble to make garments this size, and so you might as well use them. Slipping them on you find they fit quite good, well all except the collar, which was apparently made with someone with a head the size of a watermelon in mind, but other than that these could be the most comfortable clothes you've ever worn. Suddenly an odd scene from The Simpsons pops into your mind where the neighbor Flanders shakes his butt saying ‘Feels like I'm wearing nothing at all.' After a moment's hesitation you do the same, and start laughing before a shadow passes over you, drawing your attention back to the present.
Up above you Tiffany is looking down at the minuscule speck on the coffee table that is her current client. She only sees one dot so she assumes that he put on the clothes, and is about to continue her duty as a companion. Pulling the walkie talkie thing closer she pushes a button on the side, and suddenly a very small grey block pops off the side. This is the other end of the communicator, and according to the pamphlet that came with it, it has a two hundred foot radius. Slowly, carefully she tips her hand so that the small block falls as close as she can make it to the speck that is you, and then looking down she places her ear near her larger receiver.
"IS EVERYTHING TO YOUR LIKING STEVE?" she asks in a voice that is overpowering despite the fact that she is speaking softly. You cover your ears for a moment, and after the ringing subsides you run over to the thing she dropped onto the table and inspect it. It appears for the most part to be your usual walkie talkie, with a small antenna sticking out of the top, and a button on the side that you press to talk. Oddly enough the walkie receives as well as transmits, which considering what their being used for seems unnecessary, after all you could hear her just fine at this size. You push the button and hold it down and then speak into the walkie talkie.
"Sure. My compliments to the tailor by the way. Except for the oversized head hole these clothes fit great," you tell her, and watch as her face beams down at you. She giggles a bit, a sound which sets your ears on fire, both with pain and longing, and you look up at her in wonder. Mountain was too small a word to describe Tiffany. Titan was probably more accurate. Still your not sure what to do next and voice that question as you push the button again.
"So what now Tiffany?" you ask her, and the titaness looks down at you with a questioning gaze before leaning back and holding her head in her hand, and expression of deep thought on her face. After few seconds she sits up again and looks at you.
"WELL THAT'S ENTIRELY UP TO YOU. I COULD OF COURSE JUST SWALLOW YOU WHOLE HERE AND BE DONE WITH IT, BUT YOU MIGHT WANT A BIT MORE BANG FOR YOUR BUCK," she says, her voice, despite the bass overtone, still ringing through in a distinct soprano. This time it is you who leans back and considers his options. She's right you can probably do better than just having her swallow you whole right here and now. Well the first thing to get out of the way is the location. You can stay in your own home to do this, or go somewhere else, be it public or private. Pressing the button again you tell Tiffany...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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