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You have been one inch tall since birth. This is your not so normal life.
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Chapter #4

"Time to get dressed!"

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But first I need to shower and change clothes. I don't want to go to work smelling bad, my girl friends can be pretty crude sometimes. With that she scooped you up and put you in her back pocket saying and I have got to make sure you don't get lost again. She began to go upstairs with you in her back pocket when her cell phone rang and just like any other teen age girl lost all focus on what she was doing and was totally devoted to her boy friend's call. When she got to her room she began getting ready for her shower and removed her t-shirt and jeans tossing them on to the bed. With her being out of her jeans the pocket that held you tightly in place was loose enough so that you fell out. Still totally immersed in the conversation with Bill. She failed to see you running across her sheets as she turned around to sit. You unfortunately could not have picked a worse spot to be in as you were about to be trapped under her butt again, only this time under her panties instead of her jeans. You ran away trying to avoid the inevitable but only tripped over a wrinkle in the sheet as you lay there you saw the crotch of her panties descending on top of you. Closer and closer to you it came until her panties filled your entire field of vision and with that and overwhelming pungent odor of mustiness surrounded you. It was the same odor you had to deal with all last night but 100 times more intensified. She must have felt your presence underneath her as she squirmed in her sitting position until she was more comfortable which left your torso under the crack of her butt and your head directly under her love nest. You could readily feel the dampness of at least a days worth of vaginal secretions as she inadvertently rubbed them into your face. On and on she talked with Bill until she heard Amanda honking outside ready to pick her up giving her a ride to work. She finally realized that she was out of time and excused herself with him saying she was late for work and she had to run. With that she stood up to fetch a short mini skirt also laying out on the bed and realized when she turned to face you that you were laying in the depression on the bed where she had been sitting and exclaimed an OMG quickly followed by an apology and then and inquiry if you were ok. Not wanting to embarrass her by the overall indignity of you having to inhale her stink you said it was no problem and as a matter of fact you spent the entire night trapped under her bottom. She giggled a little and again apologized quickly pulling a clean sleeveless midriff T-shirt over her and slipped on her miniskirt on then again turned in a hurry and sat down to put her tennies on. You were again exposed to her musty odor from her love nest as her butt seemed to have radar in always seeming to find you and trapping you underneath her. As she was bent over tying her shoes you sensed that she had accidently let a little squirt of urine out as your face absorbed the new moisture emanating from her crotch. Ready to go to work she turned and once again realized that she had sat on you. More of a giggle than an apology she asked, "What am I to do with you?" You had no clue as to what she was referring to as she further explained that she couldn't leave you here alone to get lost again and she had no pockets, purse, or anywhere else to hide you as the only thing she had was a small cell phone case too small to be of any use in concealing you. With that she scooped you up in her hands and rushed out of her room. She explained as she was walking towards the front door that seeing how you spent the night and part of this morning in her most intimate region that you shouldn't mind this and with out further explanation pulled on the waistband of her skirt and panties saying this is the only pocket I have to put you in and dropped you inside her panties. She continued out to Amanda's car but was tugging and pushing at the front of her skirt trying to adjust you in a more comfortable position. Unfortunately the only thing that she was used to wearing in the inside of her panties was a panty shield and it was in that position she was trying to force you to go. You knew if Amanda saw her playing with the front of her skirt that she would get the wrong idea. So to save her the embarrassment you did the squirming until you were in the correct panty shield position. You then heard her then say "Thank-you Ben" Startled, Amanda inquired who was Ben, to which Sarah said "Oh, that's just my little kid brother and I just noticed that he did something nice for me, that's all." And for the rest of the ride to work she ignored your presence. Mean while you were surrounded by her moistness both in back of you with the one day(?) old secretion stains and the new secretions forth coming.

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