Everything around you appears a hundred times its original size, but you quickly realize that measurement is all in your mind when Felicia steps right up beside you, "Oh my gosh! Scott! What happened to you? You can't be any taller than a pencil." Her voice goes from a shocked to a worried tone.
You curse yourself for being so careless. Had you planned it out further you may have gotten away with this. You stammer, "I uh... I..."
Felicia interrupts you and tries to reassure you, "Okay Scott, since it's obvious you couldn't fend for yourself even if you tried at your current size, I feel obliged to take care of you until we find out what happened and what to do about it."
This, of course, is a total understatement of your newfound power, but you don't think it's a good idea to fight with Felicia right now. She may only be ten or twenty times your size, but it still feels like hundreds as she bends down with urgency. She picks you up by the waist with her two fingers and brings you up to her waist as she stands. You watch her other hand unzip the purse hanging over her shoulder, and she deposits you into her bag, "Just wait until I get us home."
"Just great," you think. "My whole plan ruined on account of this. Well, if I had a plan that is." You rock and roll inside Felicia's purse as she carries you away. "I guess being caught by Felicia isn't too bad. She seems to deeply care about my safety. This won't be so bad."
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