"Listen, I don't mind you playing - but I've got lots to do today," you shamelessly lie.
"I - I don't understand. The serum worked perfectly on my test cases."
Test cases? You decide not to follow that line of questioning. Meanwhile the silence drags out - only to be interrupted by a knock at the front door.
"Look - scram kid. I've got company." You start shoving Shyanne towards the open back door. "I'll come by later and we can throw down on the Dreamcast. Whuppin me at Soul Caliber always cheers you up."
Locking the young girl out, you turn on your heel and stride to the front door. You throw it wide open to find -
"Lina? What are you doing here?"
Lina, of course, is your girlfriend of several years. Just a bit older than yourself, she sports quite a mane of red hair - usually tied back with a black headband. Deep blue eyes highlight her facial features. She stands just a couple of inches below your nose, a petite female package. She's smart as a whip, majoring in Archeology at school. She knows more dead languages than most long term scholars. She knows more living languages than those 'books on tape' guys.
And she's all yours.
"Spring break - dummy!" She looked confused at the reception. "So what, are you hiding something?"
"No - that's not it at all! I just wasn't expecting you." You slump inwardly, thankful that you shoved Shyanne out the door.
"Anyway, I've got my stuff in the car. I'll be right back." Planting a kiss on your lips, she turns and departs. You barely have time to reply when suddenly you are hit with a wave of queasiness. The world spins and the floor rushes up to greet you. Darkness claims you as you slump to the ground, unconscious.
A dull throbbing in your head brings you back to consciousness. You struggle to raise your head, as if a thousand elephants stood on your scalp. Your eyes focus on . . . the distance. You see Lina approaching - only now she's easily a quarter mile tall. No - strike that, you are suddenly infinitesimally tiny.
Oh shit - the potion worked!
More importantly, your now quarter mile girlfriend is walking directly at you. You watch in terror as her massive loafers get closer and closer. A wall of brown leather, a sock clad ankle at it's summit - moving in to seal your doom.
Knowing that you are, in a word, screwed - you decide to go out with style. As her left foot draws forward for it's final step, you decide you should go straight for her. You run toward her dangling shoe lace and leap with all your might just as the foot impacts with the ground. Glancing down, you whistle at your close call.
Climbing as fast as you can, you feel funny again. You gasp for breath as the potion takes it's toll one more time. You find yourself shrinking again, as you cling to Lina's lace. Now - who knows how tall you have become? An inch? Half an inch? It matters little to you now - since the process has yet to stop this time.
"James? Where did you run off too?" Lina asks, looking around the small front room. Shrugging, she drops her suitcase by the stairs, closes the door behind her and strides into the kitchen as you hold on to her for dear life.
As you climb, you can clearly see the threads in Lina's shoelace. It's difficult to judge - but you must be approaching two millimeters by now. A mere speck - barely visible to the human eye. One slip now could be - would be fatal. But then - how long can you hold on.
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