You look up from the first-year's pink bed, at the shape of tanned brunette sitting next to you. Her upper body rising over you, like a colossus. You did it again, just like when Korrina got you to skate yourself straight into garbage bin. You can't help but agree to the dangerous and dumb plans of your schoolmates. Sure, you are more than happy to get an easy get-out-of-jail-free card, and avoid coming up short on Serena's birthday. But you didn't quite realize how scary being six inches tall would be, until now, as you are looking up at the gigantic presence of your mutual friend. Shauna stares down at you with a smile so wide, it closes her eyes. You don't quite know what to say. You wonder if you should sit down for a second, to catch your breath, and get used to this slowly. Of course, that's not going to be an option with Shauna.
"C'mere!" Shauna says, reaching her hand out.
Surprised at the sight of the giant's tanned fingers and palm rushing toward you, you lose your balance. Your butt lands on the pink bedsheet, and you scurry backwards on your wrists and heels, your eyes locked on the terrifying sight of you friend's hand. You'd scream if you had air in your lungs, but you are left speechless, as the tips Shauna's fingers, dig beneath the sheet under you, and grab you like a claw machine at the carnival. Her fingers tighten, and you feel a wet hint of sweat, while your body gets squeezed into a warm embrace. Your face turns red. You're taken aback by how comfy the first-year's hot, cushiony fingers and palm are. Shauna keeps her smile on you and she wraps her grip around you more firmly. You're still comfortable, although things are getting a bit tight now.
"S-So, are we heading to cooking class," you say. "Serena should be done in a few minutes."
Shauna bites her lip. "Oh! Well, the thing is…"
Your captor's words trail off, and she takes her eyes off you for the first time since you shrunk. The girl's lips are moving about, as if she is ready to speak, but doesn’t have the words yet. You feel a pit in your stomach. You know exactly what this expression is about. Usually it's cute to see, but now it means you are in deep shit.
"No!" you scream in shock. "No! Shauna! Please don't tell me you were lying about this!"
The giantess looks at you with a blush and puppy eyes. "W-Well, you should've known I was lying, so it's not my fault."
"Should've know?" you say, "How can you put the blame on me, you're the one who tricked me! I had no way of kno-"
"Serena's birthday was last month."
"What?"
Shauna sucks in her lips and nods awkwardly.
You drop your head, and stare down into the squished folds of her palm's skin, which sqeezes around you. "I'm an idiot."
Shauna raises her fist above her face, so your drooped head is forced to look into her massive green eyes. "True, but you're my idiot now."
"Very funny, you're just toying, right?" you say. "You won't reapply the lotion, right?"
"Don't be ridiculous!" Shauna says. "Of course, I will! I'll keep you for as long as I want!"
The giant first-year glows like a ray of sunshine. As her excitement builds, her massive fist tightens.
"No way, Shauna, this isn't funny!" you say. "I'm a person, this is kidnapping."
Shauna shakes her head, swinging around her large pigtails. "You're just a schoolgirl's doll now. You can't kidnap a toy."
"Don't play dumb, I'm a human being."
"I'm sorry, but you should've read the box." Shauna says, with a confident and controlling tone. "As long as you are under the effects of the lotion, you are legally considered a right-less plaything."
"But I'm your friend, this is just mean."
"Oh, don't be such a sour-puss, I'm just trying to have fun."
You squirm a bit, as the cute giant's hand has turned into a sauna. Her sweat has slowly built up over time, and by now it has soaked into your doll-clothes. With a gentle smile, like a child who just got a new hamster, Shauna raises the thumb of the fist holding you, and lowers it onto your head. You can feel the skin of her digit squish onto your hair, before she starts to move it around. She's obviously trying to pet you, but her thumb just rocks your head around like the stick of a game controller. It's forceful and uncomfortable, but you have no way to stop her. Your entire body is trapped inside the hand of a short schoolgirl, who has turned you into a doll. You can only hope she doesn't pet too rough, and ends up breaking your neck or popping your head. You look up at her cute face, the adorable hyperactive little pipsqueak, who you couldn't help but head-pat, is now doing the same to you, using her mere thumb. You sigh, knowing Shauna and her stubborn ideas, she isn't going to let you grow back any time soon. For the time being, you'll be stuck as your friend's doll.
Shauna brings you closer to her tanned nose, her big green eyes staring at you. Your silence brings a smile to her face. "No more complaining? Good!"
You nod and try to force a smile. "Maybe being a toy is better than having to go to class."
"Yeh-heh! That's the spirit." Shauna says, cheerily.
"I can't believe I'm asking this," you say, "but why was it so important for you to have a shrunken boy."
The tanned brunette smiles with dimples in her cheeks, and answers.
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