She sweeps sunglasses up onto her forehead as she reaches for you again. "Now, do you want to climb on board this time, or do I have to tip you out?" she asks wryly.
Fearing the consequences of pissing her off a second time, you scamper warily onto her palm, climbing past smooth fingertips to balance precariously on the plain of warm flesh.
She rises you to her face, and rather than scare yourself any more by looking at just how massive and powerful she is, you cast your gaze about. It's a spacious room this, even given the mass distortion at your scale. Mostly white, with toilet, bath-tub, curtained window...
This isn't the 'plane. This is solid land. You must have slept for longer than you thought. You've arrived. The plan was a success!
"So, just what do I do with you, little guy?" the teenager breathes, washing you in her rank odour. You turn to gaze up at the visage that dominates your world, from the roving eye to the colossal nose and nostrils (you try not to think about the mouth too much).
Should you let her in on your plan, the existence of the shrinking device and all? It's risky, but surely she deserves at least that much, for all the help she's been?
Or would you rather keep it a secret, playing along with some elaborate bluff until she's out of the way and you can restore yourself to normal size and go party?
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