This choice: Anamika - The Indian Prodigy • Go Back... Anamika, or Annie as you called her for short, was nothing short of a genius. She was a short little Indian girl with big green eyes and thick black hair. She always wore glasses that were a bit too large for her head, but she was still pretty attractive. She kept mostly to herself, always studying or inventing things. You've never seen anything she's worked on, since most of the work she does is in her lab or kept top secret. The only reason you became friends with her in the first place was because you were assigned to a lab project with her as your partner. She did most of the work, but you two hit it off right away, becoming close friends. You meant to ask her out several times, but she always seemed preoccupied and you blew it every time. Not that you were mad at the close friendship you had, but still, it would have been nice. You fantasized about what it would be like to have a night with her occasionally, usually giving into the big stereotypes in your mind. She had been a genie for halloween one year, so you imagined what it would be like to be her master for just one night. Throughout the course of the friendship, you had come to realize that you had a foot fetish, and she would constantly walk around her apartment barefoot. One night after drinking, you got up the courage to give her a foot massage. She loved every second of it, and didn't even mind when your base urges kicked in and you kissed her foot softly. She laughed it off as a joke and even called you "Toe boy" a few times after. Not that it bothered you at all, you would not mind worshiping her feet again (this time maybe a little longer).
But you were excited to see what she had in store. Maybe she'd finally show you one of her inventions! She had always talked about this secret project she was working on with funding from the school... it's possible she finished it and decided to give you a sneak peak! You rang the doorbell and heard "Just a minute!" from inside. You also heard a scraping against the floor of her little house-apartment as if she was dragging something heavy across it. "Do you need any help in there?" You say about to turn the knob and let yourself in. "NO! I've got it just... stay out there for another second." You wait outside her door, and look around. The walkway leads right up to the door, because it's basically an off campus student house. There's no stoop or stairs leading up to the door, it's basically a straight walk from the cement to the house. On the sides of the walkway there is a lawn with blades of grass reaching up to even your ankles. "Wow, nobody's cut this lawn in a while, it's really overgrown", you thought to yourself as you heard the door open. Greeting you as the door swung open was a large cannon-like object that seemed mounted to a stand. This must be what she was dragging in front of the door to show you. You noticed that the machine was whirring and lighting up. Annie stood behind the door, huge glasses covering her eyes, with a lab coat on, barefoot as always.
She flips a switch on the side of the machine and winks at you saying "Smile, Foot Boy!" Dumbfounded, you don't even try to raise your arms to protect yourself as a light shoots out from the machine and blasts you in the chest. You feel warm inside as your clothes begin to feel loose. Soon you are lost in a tent of cloth as you struggle to free yourself from your now massive clothes. "So that's what the machine does? It makes my clothes bigger?" you stupidly think until you hear large tremors getting closer and closer. The shirt you were under is lifted from above you, and standing before you is a distinctly magnified version of your Indian friend. She drops your shirt next to her, and claps her hands together in giddy excitement. "YAY IT WORKED! MY EXPERIMENT IS A SUCCESS! HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE FIRST HUMAN TO BE MINIATURIZED?" You look to the right and see the grass from before, trying to judge your size against the blades shooting upwards. Only now the blades of grass are...
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