author: UnderHerToes
"Scott! You're perfect! This is so spectacular! What now?" Rebekah's thoughtfully hushed excitations pass by you, passing through while you recenter your shrunken senses. Her warm, sweet breath gives way to a wintry wind creeping over your every pore. Your hand presses down onto a cold surface, smooth, metallic sheen in sight. Following the trail of bare arm to similarly exposed chest and legs, you realize, "Where, where are my clothes?" You try to cover yourself in awkward posture on the frigid plain of gleaming metal, "Where am I, professor?"
Rebekah lifts her head from the nest of her hands, rising high toward the fluorescent sun, though you remain grounded just above her waist level. Bending down, disappearing over the black earth distance, she returns with your cloths in hand, placing them near you, "Your clothes didn't shrink with you, Scott. The effect only seems to have affected your body." She smiles with bright eyes, your sudden shyness particularly amusing to her.
You look away from Rebekah and slide across the steel floor, recognizing it now as an oversized measuring scale. With a cautious climb over the edge and down the buttons, with no assistance but awed, hushed giggles from the professor, you reach the tabletop proudly. Rebekah speaks, "While you were unconscious, I took some measurements of you. I gathered what data I could thus far."
"That's great," you quietly brush off her information as you walk toward your collapsed circus tent of a shirt. You climb under the expansive opening of your shirt sleeve, hiding from Rebekah's curious eyes, when a scent, pleasing, feminine, floats around you. It tickles your nose with its invisible touch, then slaps your cheek and hard. "Oh, no," you sweat, "I forgot that she's...!"
You sprint and stumble from the shirt's shelter, shy no more with a sudden mission. "I can't believe I forgot!" The professor stands at the far end of the table, documenting and calculating. Her eyes remain fixed on her work, only peeking up to gaze at her marvelous invention nearby. "Rebekah!" you shout while rounding the scale's base. "Rebekah!" Ears perk, and she rises with a delighted grin.
The clock ticks a deafening second, and the laboratory door opens with a voice, "Scott! Did you get the..? Uh, oh." The clock rings a silencing tock. Rebekah spins head to the intruder, but yours only sinks, whispering, "Ocean." Your girlfriend, Ocean. She followed after you when you didn't return as planned. She never was the type to wait patiently for long, but regardless, you dove too deep in the morning's excitement and forgot all about her.
"Scott!" she shouts from so far, but with a flurry of footsteps she stands beside you. She kneels down, her long brown hair, dotted by beads and knotted by strings, falls onto the tabletop as she leans forward. Her naturally beautiful face is smeared with the make-up of shock, "What happened to you!?" But there is not a second for you to respond.
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