Phebe placed a laptop and some papers on the kitchen table and made her way over to the counter to pour a cup of coffee. You realized you were going to have to get to the table to see what she was doing.
As she stirred a little milk and sugar into the coffee, you saw an open pack of cigarettes.
“Here’s to hoping these are hers,” you said to your self, and you dashed over to the pack and crawled inside. The cigarettes were around three times your size, which was hard to believe.
You felt the pack get lifted into the air with you inside.
“Bingo.”
You could hear Phebe typing on the laptop, briefly interrupted by rather loud sips of coffee, and one extremely loud and long burp. You slowly stuck your head out of the pack and could see her. Phebe was very chubby, her round belly touching the table. She had long, plain brown hair, and actually had a really pretty face - something you didn’t expect, seeing as how her and her family basically stole your house.
You slowly climbed out of the cigarette pack and stayed behind a large glass ashtray. You couldn’t see Phebe from this angle so you assumed she couldn’t see you. You looked up at the laptop screen and realized she was reading about squatters rights, and how to take ownership of your home.
“Fucking bitch!”
“Hello?”
You realized you’d vocalized your thought and Phebe heard you. You panicked but stayed put.
“Hmm, I must be hearing things,” you heard the giant woman say.
You were startled slightly as Phebe’s gigantic hand came around the ashtray and fished a cigarette out of the pack. Her hand was chubby, but looked soft and well kept, her long, pink professionally manicured nails a little scary.
“So she can go to the nail salon but can’t pay rent somewhere?” you thought.
You heard the click of a lighter, followed by a large plume of smoke dissipating around the laptop screen. You hated smoking, and was upset she was smoking in your house.
You quickly tumbled to your back as the ashtray you were leaned against moved, and were immediately startled by Phebe screaming. You gathered yourself and got to your feet, and turned to see the giant woman looking at you shocked.
You both stared at each other for a few seconds.
“Are… are you a tiny person?” She asked, her voice quivering.
Your rage got the best of you, and you forgot you were an inch tall.
“I am the rightful owner of this home, and I’m hear to reclaim what’s mine!” You yelled, thrusting your arm into the air like an idiot.
Her look changed it puzzled, then an awkward smirk, before almost one of anger.
“Is that right?”
Phebe took a drag off of her cigarette and exhaled into the air.
“Uh, yes,” you replied, “you and your family need to vacate the premises immediately!”
“But then we’d be homeless. You wouldn’t want that would you? And look how tiny you are. There’s really room for all of us, especially with you being so small.”
“I don’t intend to stay this small, I’m going to turn back to normal size and live here! Alone!”
“Hmmm. Okay. Grow to normal size.”
You remembered the shrinking device. Which was on the windowsill. Where you left it.
“Well, I, uh, I won’t be told what to do. I don’t want to return to normal size right now!”
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