This choice: She ignores what she hears as a small squeak. • Go Back... This was it, moment of truth. You were shrunk; the how and why—while still important to you—didn't matter now. If you were going to be randomly shrinking, how long before you shrunk down to the size of a Dust Mite? Or a Germ? It already felt like you were pretty close to the former. There was a very good chance that Annie was your only hope! Sadly, even with the fear of a microscopic death looming before you, you were still unable to break free of your hormones—and the slowly growing bulge in your pants was proof of that.
While you never would have admitted it, you knew Annie was an attractive woman. She was well toned, had a face that could stop a man dead, was kind, smart, and driven—honestly, if it wasn't for how bitchy she could get she probably would be a real life Mary-Sue. You knew she was your sister, and you [i]knew[i/] that you should be focusing completely on getting her attention but... well, you were still a man!
Miles upon miles away from you, sitting like a monolithic goddess on her porcelain throne, was Annie; her ebony black hair was currently a bedraggled mess, her eyes were still puffy and distant from sleep and her body—hoo boy! You might not have been able to see everything, but her love of athletics clearly hasn't been in vain! It was a shame she was so far away; if you were just a little closer you'd be able to make out her entire body so mu—
"What the fuck is wrong with me?!" You shout, slapping yourself hard as if to knock the thoughts of your head. "Priorities, Todd! Maybe you should get some?"
As if to accentuate your thoughts, you heard a thunderous echo from inside the toilet bowl .Welp, that was a boner killer. With those thoughts shoved to the back of your mind, you looked on at your sister with determination in your eyes. You were going to get her attention, find out what the fuck happened, and get your normal size back! With a primal yell you charged towards the toilet, uncaring of the raucous sounds blasting from your sister.
You ran for five minutes straight before collapsing into a breathless heap on the cold bathroom tile. Your sister was the athletic one! You? You were a couch potato. Your veins burned with exertion, and you were spitting up what felt like battery acid. You looked up, hoping to see your sister just a few feet away.
"Are... Are you fuckin' serious?" Not only was your sister still a continent away, but she was currently in the process of wiping herself! The original idea was to climb up to the toilet seat and try to get her attention. Only now did you realize how impossible that was—even if you made it to the toilet before she finished, how the hell were you going to climb it? At your size your probably wouldn't even be able to make it out of the bathroom before something happened; you were closer to the toilet than you were to the door!
"Wait a minute... wait a minute! If I'm this small, than theoretically I should be able to just jump over to her!" With a grin, you took a few steps back, ran forward, and jumped!
And immediately landed on your face as gravity proved to be the unpredictable bitch that it was. You supposed you should be grateful, all things considered. You could have missed and landed in the toilet—something the previous noise suggested would have been horrible—or hit the wall. Oh look! Annie's yawning! You could have flown right in there!
Groaning, you simply watched as your sister stood up and turned on the shower—apparently deciding not to flush—and held her arm into the stream to gauge the temperature. Even with her standing up, most of what you saw was left to your imagination. She was... blurry? Faded? It was like looking at something across the horizon; you could see it just fine, but it was hard to make out much in the way of details. You could make out the black blob of hair covering her crotch, the curvature of her body, the long tangled mess of hair that stretched down her spine—but beyond that? You weren't sure if the details of her eyes or her well-toned body were actually there, or just your own imaginings.
As your sister stepped into the shower, you decided to stop lying around on the bathroom floor and do something productive. You needed to get her attention, yes, but even more important than that was safety. Off in the distance, perhaps another mile away or so, were Annie's dirty cloths. You knew she typically just tossed her laundry in her bedroom until she was ready to clean it, and since she had to go to school shortly that left you a few hours of relative safety to try and figure out what to do.
On the other hand, there was a chance you could end up in the laundry hamper, and if that were the case... You spared a few more minutes looking around as a thick fog began to form; there was the small space under the bathroom counter that you'd be relatively safe in, though then you would have to worry about not only making it outside, but also surviving the hallway.
"There's only one right choice." You muttered, knowing one option was far more likely to succeed than the other...  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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