This choice: You wake up a few feet tall • Go Back...Chapter #5Humiliated at two feet, six inches by: chaos   Faces hover over you. They’re all distorted and shaky, and you wonder what’s wrong with them, but the problems not with them, it’s with you. Blinking several times to readjust your eyes, the faces start to come into focus and you see they belong to your family, your big family. Checking yourself over, you see that your pants and shoes are lying in front of you as your shirt drapes over your body. Your father stares nervously at you, finally speaking up because no one else will.
“Easy there, son. You took a huge fall and then…um…” You know what your dad’s trying to say. It’s not like you can miss the fact that your family's heads are three times bigger then you remember. You’d shrunk again, this time losing over a foot of height. Your family wasn’t giants yet, more like Amazons. “How small am I now?” You ask someone, needing to hear the answer. You weren’t sure if you were three feet tall or only a foot. It may seem pointless because eventually you’ll be smaller then even that, but you still need to know. This times it’s your sister who speaks up.
“No one’s measured you since you started shrinking, but if I had to guess, I’d say you’re roughly two and a half feet tall,” Jessica estimates after taking a good look at you. The number rolls around in your head, two and a half feet. It’s better then a foot, you guess with a sigh. Without warning, two huge hands grab you by the armpits and lift you high into the air. Your legs kick helplessly in the air as your lifted seemingly over twenty feet up. You scream out as your sister lifts you higher to look at her little big brother. She marvels at your small size, never thinking she’d ever see anyone this size in her life.
“You know, as freaky as it sounds, you’re kind of cute this size,” Jessica giggles and brings you closer to her body to cradle you in her arms. You squirm as she brings a finger down to your stomach and tickles you playfully. You try to push her finger away, but she’d too big. Your sister messes with you, forgetting about your coming death momentarily as she has a blast teasing her once bigger sibling.
“Honey, put down your brother. He might be incredibly cute at this size, but he’s scared,” Your mother interjects, hiding a smile behind her hand as your sister pinches your little cheeks. You glare across the room at your mother, you aren’t scared and you certainly aren’t cute. Your sister finally puts you back down on your feet, swatting you in the butt out for just pure entertainment. You glare at her, thinking how upset she’ll be later when you’re gone and all she’ll remember is embarrassing you in front of everyone. Jessica giggles loudly, not showing any signs of feeling bad at all, no matter your prediction.
“It’s gets late,” your mother sighs and looks at the clock. “It’s nearly midnight and I’m sure everyone is tired. You’ve got school tomorrow and I don’t want to get another letter from your teacher about you falling asleep in class.” Jessica opens her mouth to complain and probably bring up your impending downsize as reason to stay up later. One glare from your mom is enough to shut her up though and she’s left only to sulk. You turn to go upstairs to your own room to sleep, wondering how you’ll get any shut eye with your condition, when your mother stops you.
“Hold it right there, you are not sleeping in your room tonight. What if something happens and you need help, but are too small to get us. No son of mine is sleeping alone when he’s shrinking away.” Groaning loudly, you wish you had seen this coming. You’re over protective parents are going to babysit you even while you sleep. So much for getting some privacy tonight. Jessica hears your mom and smiles softly. Either she’s happy that your going to be looked after like an infant or is hoping that your parents will ask her to babysit you tonight.
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