This choice: You leave to talk to your girlfriend • Go Back...Chapter #3Going to see Nancy by: Drez   Death at sixteen. Such tragedy. But you accepted the fact that you’re going to shrink down to nothing. You just can’t face your crying parents anymore, so you decide to leave the doctor’s office and head over to your girlfriend’s apartment, which isn’t far from the doctor’s office. As you walk down the sidewalk, you think about your death. You haven’t thought much about death to tell the truth, given the fact that you’re only sixteen. But there’s no avoiding the issue….death will come to claim you when you’re even smaller than an atom. You don’t exactly fear death. As with all people, it’s not death you’re afraid of; it’s suffering from a painful and lingering death that terrifies you. Of course, you won’t suffer that kind of death; hopefully, your death will be quick when you’re crushed under an atom. Though, it will be kind of interesting to see the microscopic world before you die. That’s something that other people can’t say; that they saw a grain of sand up close, that you saw mold spores, and that they can fit under a microscope. You feel exactly like that guy in The Incredible Shrinking Man, you have the same kind of problem that he did….although, he shrank thanks to a strange cloud he passed through. In a week, you’ll make your maker and probably punch him for allowing this to happen to you.
Nancy, your girlfriend, lives with her parents. She’s the same age as you are. You’ve met her about a year ago. She moved from Chicago to your hometown because her dad had found a job here; he had been laid off from his old job in the Windy City. Nancy and her family are a bit odd, but they’re good people. Nancy is a witch (or she claims to be one) and she practices her magic at home. She hasn’t changed you into an animal yet, or did anything else that would convince you that she’s a witch. Nancy has the most beautiful sapphire eyes you ever saw; you could almost lose yourself within her eyes…that thought makes you laugh; in a week, you could fit in her eye. That also makes you think about your fetish. You’ve always been a fan of vore since you were thirteen. You can’t say for sure why you have this fetish. Maybe when you’re small enough, you’ll experience your fetish first-hand at the hands of your girlfriend. You’re going to die anyway; so why not end your life at your own terms? But then…is that really the way you want to die, in the stomach of Nancy? Hmmm. You can figure that out later…if there is a later.
Nancy’s house comes into view. It’s a two-story house with a carport. According to Nancy, her house is among the oldest houses in town; it even has a coal chute and a gravity furnace (which dates back to the 1920’s). You walk up the short sidewalk to the house and knocked on the door. About half a minute later, the door opens.
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