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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Action/Adventure · #1063744

You shrink yourself to save money on a spring break trip. But can you survive the flight?

This choice: Pursue the blonde  •  Go Back...
Chapter #5

Any Blonde Jokes?

    by: Unknown
You weren't sure if the other girls were on the same flight, you chose a blonde for two reasons. She was no doubt heading for a beach, and you would take no hesitation in meeting her there. She was a bombshell, a tall, perfect, titaness, blonde bombshell. Although it strayed from your original objective, there was nothing wrong with hanging out in her suite and... enjoying one of the many wonders, of spring break. You break the plain of the bathroom and step onto the gray, small square tiled floor and take the corner. Only one stall is occupied, and in that stall was a pair of feet, swaying back and fourth playing with the baby blue flip flops hanging from the thong in between her toes. That was were you were headed. You run forward, and under the enourmas vinyl wall. There she sat, and her purse on the ground, just under the kicking zone as her legs sway back and fourth. Her purse was undoubtedly a far safer stow away spot, than her flip flop. You scale the crumpled wall of hard leather and past the enourmas emblem. The main pocket was unzipped and ready for a passenger. You save your temptation to look up and dive in. You land on a hard plastic surface, and before you had time to identify the immense block of plastic, it lit up and words scrolled across a blinding white screen. An ear piercing ring blarred through the confined space and continued in a terrible melody. Her ringtone. Almost deaf by this sound you had no time to react to her hand snatching it out of her purse and sending you further down into the depths of the bag.The noise stopped and she began conversing with another, by the context it was more than likely one of her friends. She dropped the phone into the bag and gave you not even a seconds warning for you to dive out of the way. She zipped it closed and sent you into darkness, unaware of what could be happening outside. The only thing you knew, was that she was moving. With every step the bag swayed over her shoulder, sending items flying at you in an unorganized and disorderly manner. The phone was sliding back and fourth and that was the largest threat. You needed a light and you had an idea how to get it. Most phones have a button on them, and that button will turn off the Idle mode, and thus activating a light. The only problem with this plan was seeing the button, and pressing it before being run over. You knew she would have to turn her phone off soon, so you had little time to become acclimated to your surroundings the easy way. At the next availible point of semi-stillness you would ram the thing that feels closest to a button and hopefully activate a light. Almost on cue, she halts. You run forward and slam into a piece jutting from the phone. It was definately a button. The light goes on.
"Alright, surroundings. What do we have?"
Around you there was a melting Three Musketeers, opened, and half eaten. A pack of tissues, some crumpled and used. Lip balm, lip gloss, eye liner, lip stick, a hair brush, a compactable mirror, numerous make up "essentials". There was a small pack of emergency tampons, it was no longer a rumor that they did always carry them around. A small camera, a watch and a wallet. All strewn carelessly into the purse. You needed a safe spot for when she was moving, but there wasn't one. You were forced to dodge these obstacles until she boarded. Upon a second glance of the surroundings, the phone went idle and went dark. it was just to your luck that she was opening the purse to turn it off. You weren't sure if you should remain hidden or make her aware and possibly more concerned for the stow away in her purse. She may not react as wanted, and rationally. Her hand began to reach in and her manicured fingers began to dangle before gripping the phone. What were you going to do?

You have the following choices:

1. Alert Her of Your Presence.

2. Hide And Avoid Confrontation.

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