The cute giantess doesn't seem to see you and her white sneakers lift off the ground before you, heading, to your surprise, towards the teacher's desk. She slips her feet out of her shoes, wiggling her toes a little bit, and crosses her legs while eyeing the gun.
You have some time to think now. You glance at Mary cautiously. You want to trust her, but that could just be her beauty talking. She has the gun, after all, and is your only ticket to being back to normal. You start to approach her.
She is sitting with her side to the desk, so her slender feet are facing you, long toes moving slightly against the carpet, her other foot hanging above you, creamy sole all that you see.
You contemplate your next move. You hear clicking as her slender fingers probe the selector switch on the gun up above.
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