"TELL YOU WHAT, WHY DON'T I TAKE YOU ON A LITTLE RIDE FIRST. THAT WAY I CAN KEEP YOU REAL CLOSE TO ME!" The cold steel of the tweezers is pushing into your ribs, making it very hard for you to breath, but in her free hand is your salvation: A single, long strand of deep black hair. Narrowing her eyes for precision, you can only stand motionless as your entire midsection is wrapped up in a thick rope of your friend's hair. The gigantic fingers hover above you and do their work, precisely tying you up without causing any discomfort. You're actually very impressed that even at that size, Annie is still as delicate as ever. That is, until she tests the taughtness of the rope by releasing the tweezers! You scream for a split second until you stop mid-air, dangling from the rope caught between two of the Indian Goddess's fingers. "ARE YOU ALL COZY IN THERE? YOU CERTAINLY LOOK CUTE WRAPPED UP BY A SINGLE STRAND OF HAIR. NOW LET'S GO INSIDE AND WE CAN... EXPERIMENT A BIT MORE!" With that, she softly places you down on her shoulder and releases you standing, giving you a little bit of freedom to move around. Your arms are tight against the side of your body, and all you can do is move your feet a bit on Annie's bare shoulderblade. The smell of her shampoo is very intoxicating at this size, and as Annie steps further into the house, you close your eyes and take big whiffs of her sweet smelling hair. Unfortunately, you take one step too many, and find yourself sliding off the platform of skin Annie's provided for you! You go into a bit of a bungee-jump while trapped in her hair, but to your shock, when you reach the end of the strand, you feel your arms slipping out of their locked position. The carefully tied knot of hair is rising up over your face, and you realize that you're going to be sliding right out of your constraints and all the way down to the floor! The very second your arms slide out from underneath, you raise them up and grab onto the strand of hair with all your might! At your tiny size, it's no easy feat holding on as the giantess strolls effortlessly across what seems like miles and miles of blue carpet. Her thunderous footsteps shake you slightly off of your hanging grip, and you fear that if you don't get her attention soon, you could fall to your death and she'd never find the miniscule corpse!
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