Whenever people first met him they always asked Chez one of two things... Today however we're only going to answer one of them.
"So what's it like being so small?" was the question, the mouse couldn't remember how many times he'd been asked but it was certainly more than a few... and of course there was typically some kind of snarky remark about probably being a pervert which came after it too. Chez through rolling his eyes would always respond with a "It's about what you would expect... everyday life just smaller." but that was really anything but the truth, that was a manufactured response which he had learned would stop further prying questions as in reality life so small was anything but normal.
Take today for example. Minding his own business at his desk Chez was sent hurtling through the air toward an unknown fate whenever a class mate of his shook it without even noticing.
Chez awoke to a bell ringing in the background, the sounds of voices from all around but he couldn't see anything. His heart pounded faster and faster as his mind raced with horrible ideas of what could have happened, and whether or not he was somehow blinded until he saw a white tube partially concealed in the ground, his heart calming slightly as he with a sigh realized the truth of the matter.
Vaguely recalling his last memories of falling through the air Chez guessed that he had landed in some sort of bag or carrying case, his eyes slowly beginning to adapt to his new surroundings as shapes and vague colours became apparent in his surroundings.
Reds, blues, scissors, comb and some tubes of what seemed like sweets all stuck in position by what looked like a pile of clothes which had been pushed down to the bottom of the bag... further looking around he could see something shiny sticking out of the clothing though it looked rather... phallic in nature, Chez having a fairly good idea of what it was without looking too hard at it. It's not like it was common to see them but he had seen them from time to time tucked away in bags and lockers as he was making the rounds having fallen into someone's bag or lunch... it looked fairly expensive, obviously being a squirting dildo of some kind though it was unlikely it had anything in it... it was probably being hidden here to keep it away from parents or roommates for a limited time, probably why the classmate was so careless as to knock into Chez's desk actually.
The room shook as the bag was dropped on a surface, the sound of fingers fumbling with the fabric and zipper warning Chez that it was about to open and if the mouse had learned anything it was not to let someone catch him in their personal effects even if it was a mistake or a misunderstanding, and the fact that there was a dildo in here made the invasion of privacy even more dire... with no clue who he was dealing with or how they'd react Chez found himself with a couple of options.
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