You're undecided about what to do, knowing that this could be you're last chance to board. You hesitate, and the decision is made for you.
"Flight 409 to Miami is now boarding. All passengers please proceed to the gate." The stewardess's voice comes through the PA system, somewhat louder at your current size. You watch the businesswoman's head jerk up, and then her massive hand reaches down to pick up her purse and briefcase.
You gape for a moment, than quickly grab the zipper pull as her hand pulls up the handle. Even so, you nearly fall off as the purse jerks into the air. You hang on desperately, experiencing a motion that feels like a super fast elevator on steroids.
The businesswoman places her purse on her lap. You have a moment to catch your breath and gaze in awe at her massive torso as she sticks a few documents in her briefcase, closes it with a large SNAP and latches it. She then turns her massive gaze towards the purse to put away her blackberry and catches sight of you. Her breath catches in her throat and her mouth falls open in shock.
"What...?" she breathes out, staring. Before you can think of anything to say (how to deal with being discovered 3 inches tall not being taught in college), the purse rockets into the air again.
Again you rise into the air, this time right up to the woman's face, she wants a better look. You get the chance to take in her face as she simply stares. She has nicely tanned, smooth (although at your size NO makeup can hide those small blemishes) skin, full red lips, blue eyes and medium length brown hair. She's only a year or so older than you are, in fact. You're musing is interrupted, however, when she whispers, almost to herself:
"Are you real?" Her question prompts an immediate response:
"I am indeed, my name's Mike." you inform her in a fairly loud voice. She nearly jumps out of her skin in shock at your voice-and almost sends you plummeting down towards her lap- and starts talking, forming incomplete questions that you can't understand, and blasting you with her voice and breath (which is actually fairly aromatic).
She finally collects herself after the pained expression on your face registers. She fixes you with a stare from a large blue eye and asks:
"What are you? And why are you on my purse" Impressed by her composure, you decide to go with honesty.
You tell her that you're a college student on break who shrunk himself down to stow a ride, and that you had thought that her purse would be a good place to stow away.
Her lips quirk at your tale, almost smiling. A number of expressions pass over her face; you can't tell what they mean. Before this can go any farther, however, the voice of the stewardess again rings out:
"All passengers, this if final boarding for flight 409 to Miami. All passengers please board immediately"
The businesswoman looks up again, an urgent expression on her face. She looks at you again, considering. You're a little nervous as she decides what to do, still looking at you intensely. Finally, she makes up her mind.
Her hand brushes past you as she reaches over and pulls the zipper of the purse partly open and places her blackberry inside.
"Quick, get in." She tells you, gathering her possessions and dealing with you in an efficient, businesslike manner.
Unable to believe you're luck, and not wanting to miss this chance, you quickly climb into the purse. You barely have time to glimpse lipstick, makeup and various other items before she zips the purse all the way closed, leaving you in darkness.
You sit there nervously as she gets up and approaches the gate, purse around her shoulder. A number of items knock into you as you tumble around the purse, giving you little time to think. The businesswoman gets through the gate and boards the plane, with you in the purse under her arm. She makes her way to her seat, stows her briefcase and...