A big burly man walked in wearing nothing but boxer shorts. He had a large hairy gut and a big black beard, and looked to be in his 30s. He sat on the side of the bed and clicked on a television, and began skimming through a Playboy.
“Who the hell is this guy?” Alice thought. She figured he wasn’t responsible for her shrinking, he’d be looking for her. He instead was even oblivious to the fact her clothes were laying in his floor.
Alice made her way towards the man, and stopped where she thought he could easily notice her.
“Hey, down here!” She yelled.
The man looked over his magazine confused. He muted the tv and looked around.
“Yoo hoo, down here!”
The man saw Alice and dropped his magazine and let out a gasp.
“What the hell! What’re you doing in here! Why’re you so small! Don’t hurt me!”
“Hurt you? I’m like an inch tall. And I’m trying to answer the same questions. Did you do this to me?”
“What? No! Why’re you naked?”
“I shrunk out of my clothes, genius. And clearly you’re a fan of naked women,” Alice said, pointing at the playboy.
“I only read it for the articles…”
“Jesus. I need a cigarette.”
“I… I can give you one…”
The giant man apprehensive reached down and and picked Alice up between his thumb and forefinger. He sat her on a desk and sat down in the office chair in front of it. He placed a fresh cigarette between his lips and it it, and held it down towards Alice.
“I appreciate the gesture, but that thing is like three times my size!”
“Oh right. I’m sorry. I’m nervous. What the hell is happening?”
“I started shrinking and when I was finished I was in your room. I don’t know how.”
The man nervously took a long drag off of the cigarette. He leaned down towards the table and exhaled slowly on Alice.
“Does… does that help?” He asked sheepishly.
“That… that actually felt really good,” Alice said. The giant man smiled through his thick beard.
“I’m Mike,” he said.
“Alice.”
He took another drag and again leaned down. Alice walked up until she was only inches from the giant’s mouth and again he blew smoke on her. She walked closer through the smoke, a slight head rush from the nicotine, and reached out and touched Mike’s lip.
“Your lips are huge…”
“Uh, thanks?” Mike said, sitting back up.
“Sorry. This is all so…”
“Scary?”
“No. Weird. Why the hell are you scared of me? I’m like an inch tall.”
“Okay fair. But you’re the one who was randomly in my room, and you’re the one who’s out of the ordinary, and most importantly, I don’t know you. I’m just supposed to believe you magically wound up here an inch tall!”
Before Alice could reply Mike picked her up between his thumb and forefinger. He took a drag off of his cigarette and blew smoke on her again. Alice, a smoker for sometime, was enjoying the warm, thick smoke.
“Okay, I guess I believe you. And I’m not scared.”
“Good, you were being silly.”
“I guess I was. You’re so tiny. And really cute. I mean, honestly, hot.”
Mike was definitely not Alice’s type. But she loved a good compliment.
“Well thanks big guy.”
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
