You began your long walk to your socks, which were once white with little red hearts adorning them, but after wearing them for so long, they had become dirty and discolored from your sweat. Your mom always used to chastise you for wearing the same socks for weeks on end, saying it was "unladylike" to have socks which could be classified as weapons of mass destruction. Of course, being a 15 year old girl, you took your mom's word with a grain of salt and kept wearing them, although now you wish you had listened to her.
The smell hit you like a truck, the stench of all the workouts you did in the past two weeks coming back at you. Disgusted, you exclaimed, "Holy shit! Is this really how bad my socks stink?" You kept walking, although now plugging your nose.
As you finally arrived at your now house-sized socks, you saw a couple dead ants on the sole, as a wave of realization came over you, that you were now the same size as an ant, which before you would've crushed without noticing. However, you felt something else; you had always had a bit of a giantess fetish, and many times in a boring class you'd daydream about everyone in the school except for you shrinking, then you'd put a cute boy in-between your breasts and walk around the school, crushing all your classmates underfoot. Seeing those ants having been squashed under your uncaring feet brought that feeling back, although now all you felt from it was sadness, as an ant was now your equal.
Pondering about what you could do as you walked to the entrance of your sock, you thought of all your family members.
Trish was a quite secluded person, you barely knew anything about her despite the fact that she was your sister. As she was 18, you hoped that she'd be more rational than your little sisters, and help you out.
Amanda was the worst-case scenario, she was a very hyperactive girl who hadn't really learnt about empathy yet, so who knows what she would do to you.
Kate was sort of obsessed with you, constantly looking for your attention and trying to impress you. You'd even caught her smelling one of your disgusting post-workout socks, although you decided not to confront her about it. She might be the best bet, considering how much she liked you.
Then of course there was your mom, who would undoubtedly help her daughter out, but given how busy she was working from home, it was going to be impossible trying to get her attention.
As you're still in thought, suddenly...
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