Neither of them have any words. Stan can hardly believe what he is seeing. He is standing atop his sister, who now stretches out below him for meters. “Amazing...” he hears her say in a near whisper. “Tell me about it...” he says back. His eyes pan down her body. Everything about her is enormous. He would swear that she was a surface rather than a person if it weren’t for the steady rising and falling of her chest.
There are a few sheets laying on her, which he realizes are his clothes. Recognizing them incites him to look down and see... yup, stark naked. “Do you mind if I pick you up?” Mia asks. She moves her hand over to him. Stan lifts his head to look at her and sees it floating shakily in front of him. He wants to say something about his nudity. He feels so embarrassed, but it doesn’t seem to be bothering her. He knew that this moment was going to happen, he was just hoping to be more prepared for it. He takes a deep breath and buries the thought in his mind. “..Sure” he says some nervousness.
Mia thinks about how to pick him up. Should she grab him like a doll? Maybe she should let him rest in her palm... Stan decides to take the initiative to break the awkwardness by climbing on. Mia lifts him up to her face. She feels a bit like she’s holding a bird, as she sees him sitting on her fingers the way he is. Pulling him close to her face, she gets a good look at him. He’s exactly the same brother, just smaller. Gauging by the size of him compared to her hand, she’d say that he was maybe 15 centimeters.
Stan takes his time to look at her as well. She is truly huge, he feels a bit weak in the knees just being so close to her massive face. He averts his eyes to stop the feeling, looking around the rest of the room. He feels like he is seeing everything for the first time. Everything is so detailed and vivid. His bed looks like it is the size of the football pitch. He scans the white landscape which, with its wrinkles, look like dunes in some white desert.
Seeing the wristwatch, still sitting comfortably where he left it, snaps him out of his trance. ‘Oh god’ he thinks and turns to Mia. “You have to shrink me back! I’m not wearing the wristwatch, it’s what keeps me safe.” Mia looks down at the watch and then back at you. She makes a sad face, “do I have to?” “Yes! I might get hurt. Besides, we really need to wait until after dinner.” She lowers you down on the bed but then leans her face in close to you. She makes that face at you, the one you can never say no to, and pleads, “just let me play with you a little bit. Pleeease. I’ll be super careful. And I’ll unshrink you by dinner, I promise!”
You stare at her, knowing that you could resist that face. “fine...just be really careful, okay?” you say, frustrated. She really knows you too well. “Yes!” she says cheerfully.
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