The package is heavy, at least to your mysterious carrier, and is shifted back toward her chest to distribute the weight.
"This is really weird... but hey, let's see what's inside," the girl calls to other people inside.
Now you know who it is though, judging by the voice! Although it sounded deepened by size, there was no mistaking that the tone belonged to Sara, the party's hostess and the one who had invited you here. Some party this had become, though, you think grimly. You are still hanging precariously, but you had since gotten to a more controllable position by the back of the package. It was all too surreal, though, seeing this macroscopic world zip by you as Sara briskly walks back through the door and into the house.
Looking around, you realize that the box's strap is swinging like a pendulum, a movement that had nearly made you fall to your death earlier. A proverbial lightbulb flashes over your head, as you see the direction you'll in mere seconds be swinging in. Pursing your lips in determination, you decide to make a leap at the apex of the swing, allowing you to sail through the otherwise small distance (several "feet" for you) toward Sara's body. As calculated as the jump had been, you didn't land at all where you had expected... and it was a little embarassing. You now hung from the outside of Sara's shirt, just in front of her bra. You silently ask whatever entities that were in charge of your shrinking just to keep Sara from noticing you at this point, where you are right now. She'd never forgive you for the invasion of privacy.
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