Brittany cursed under her breath as she heard the first bell go off. She only had a few minutes left until class started, but she couldn't finish her make-up in a rush! It was the first day back from winter break after all. After a few more moments, she deemed herself good enough and checked herself out in the bathroom mirror.
Her short blonde hair hung just above her shoulders, complementing her blonde eyes. You could call her a bit of a stereotypical popular girl in appearance, always wearing flashy clothes that showed off her nice curves. Plus there was the fact that she was a cheerleader, a blonde, and a senior. But having a single conversation with her would prove that she is actually a kind and intelligent girl. However there were times she could be a bit conceded...kinda like when she smiles at her own reflection until she's late for class.
The second bell went off, signaling that class had already started. A second later another girl pushed open the door, grabbed Brittany's hand, and was already leading her down the hallway.
"Jeez Brit, just because we're getting back from break doesn't mean you be late! Ms. Morrison might actually give you a detention at this rate, and she never gives those out!" The one saying this was her best friend, Emily. It was a bit comical to see the dark haired girl pulling someone a foot taller than her by her hand. Her blue eyes shot back to her friend, waiting for a reply.
"Calm down, Em. Debbie will understand that this kind of pretty takes time!" she exclaimed. Emily let out a low grumble.
They had been best friends since elementary school, even after their interests split. While Brittany was outgoing and spent time in a large group of friends, Emily was more the shy type that only hung out with one person at a time. Outside of school they always made sure to have quality time together without anyone else. There seemed to be a faint blush on her face as she pulled Brittany's hand.
Pushing open the door to their first period, they were greeted by the pouting face of Pr. Deborah Morrison. The prodigal genius that cleared her Ivy League school at the age of 13, gained her masters at 17, and was now teaching Brittany's class at 19. She was trying to gain some teaching experience before moving on to a university. Always trying to look older than her students, her long brown hair was held back by a hairband and fake glasses hung on her face. She was wearing a beige blazer and matching business skirt. Genius or not, she was pretty immature. After talking with her alone, she had found the Professor to be a pretty normal teenager with common interests. They had gossiped many times when the other students were away. Once she graduated, she would likely hang out with the teacher outside of a school setting. It always made Brittany a little resentful that someone a year older than her was her teacher, but it was also pretty interesting.
"I thought I was clear to both of you before the break that I wouldn't put up with any more late entries..." she growled.
"Ah c'mon Deb! Cut a girl a little slack" Brittany taunted. Before the young teacher could retort, a loud gurgle shot through the room as Brittany began to clutch her stomach. Pain was shooting through her insides like wild fire.
Bolting for the door, the only thing she could do was yell "NURSE!"
Taking off at full speed down the hall, her vision started to darken. Her body felt heavier before she finally collapsed. Just as everything faded into black, she could have sworn that she heard footsteps coming in her direction...
Brittany shot up while hyperventilating. The events that had happened before felt like they had only happened a moment ago, but she soon realized that the pain was gone. But then again, so were her clothes. Her arms snapped around her sensitive areas, afraid of some pervert that could spring on her. But something was even more off. Looking around her dark environment, she could only smell leather. Also, looking around her were miscellaneous items scaled up to a giant size. She had shrunk! Comparing herself to a tube of lipstick, she deduced she should be around 3 inches tall.
Suddenly, light poured into Brittany's purse prison as her captor's face filled the sky above her. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she made out that it was...
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