You watch as your sister opens up the door that leads out of the library. Taking a deep breath, you get ready to dash towards the exit, hoping that you can make it before the door closes. Just as you get ready to run, a large black flat, which is easily twice as long as you are tall. Before you can even look up to confirm what you already know, you are grabbedby a large, feminine hand.
You can only watch as you are raised up past her ankle length black skirt and her blue button-up blouse until you are brought up to Mrs. Stewart's face. Her rectangle framed glasses are sitting in front of her blue eyes. Her wavy brown, hair, which reaches all the way down to her knees, frames her oval-shaped face nice. She is staring at you with a curioys look on her face. Which you can't blame the forty-seven year old woman, how often does one find a six inch tall student in the library.
"Who are you?" Mrs. Stewart asks while adjusting her glasses with her free hand.
"Its me," you answering, hoping that you will be recognized. "Alex Harrison."
Mrs. Stewart stares at you for a moment becore she starts to head back to her office, while still carrying you. She places you down on her desk before she sits down in her chair. Before you can even say anything, she leans down and you can hear her starting to rumaage through one of her drawers. "First things first, lets get you something to wear," she says.
You look down at yourself to see that you are actually naked. Your face turns beet red as you cover yourself with your hands. You must have shunk out of your clothes.
"Here you go," Mrs. Stewart says, handing you a shirt and a pair of shorts.
You look at the clothes that you have been given, recognizing them as clothes a doll wpuld wear. You get dressed, while the clothes are somewhat baggy on you, you feel glad to be decent once again. "Thank you," you say. "Can you help me get home please?"
Mrs. Stewart smiles at you, which you find a bit unsettling. "I sure can, but first I need you to do something for me." She props her left foot up on the desk, inches away from you. "You see, as a teacher I am on my feet. ALL day long." She then props her other foot up as she continues. "So I was thinking that in exchange for my help, that you could rub my feet for a bit." She then kicks off her flats, exposing her bare feet. You can tell that her soles are soft and looking up you can see her long, slender toes. But what you really notice is the strong aroma of vinegar and corn chips that are coming from them. "Do we have a deal?" she asks, pointing her toes towards you.
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