Rachel's eager grin only seems to widen as she looks down at me in her palm. With Jake trapped beneath her, all her attention is focused on me, and I find myself being prodded and pushed over by an enormous finger as she takes delight in how tiny and helpless I am to resist even her light pokes. "Best day ever," she giggles, her every syllable rattling me with her holding me so close to her mouth.
Fortunately, she soon decides to find a new game than bludgeoning me around her palm. Her hand clenches into a prison-like fist around me, the only light coming through the small gaps between her fingers. I can feel the world move around me as she stands and shifts, the fist opening briefly to drop Jake in beside me before sealing us in together. In the faint light, we glance nervously at each other as everything rocks. She must be walking somewhere, judging by the heavy thumps of her steps from below.
"Where is she taking us?" Jake cries out, his hair and clothes disheveled from being trapped under Rachel's butt. Above us, Rachel hums with open delight and eagerness as she carries us around.
"I don't know, but it can't be good. We have to get that shrink ray back and grow ourselves to normal again." Even as I say the words, I'm realizing how impossible it sounds. We're the focus of her attention right now, and even if we could get away from her notice, we'd have to climb to wherever she put the shrink ray, figure out its controls, and operate it at this tiny size. For better or worse, right now we are entirely at his sister's mercy, though judging from the nervous expression on Jake's face, he's already well aware.
We have to shield our eyes when the fist opens again. The fingers dip beneath us, turning from a flat surface into a hill we slide and roll down. I hear Jake cry out to my left and try to grab on, but it's too sudden to get a grasp before I plummet over the edge of her hand!
... And right down onto the cool surface of a short play-table in Rachel's room. I've seen it before, but as I stand up and look around, it almost seems more like a plateau above the vast field of her carpeted bedroom floor. Sure enough, as I turn to look, I see Rachel's dollhouse, bright plastic walls towering above the two of us. The door looks nearly twelve feet high, having been designed for dolls that would be nine feet compared to us. There's a nervousness but also excitement in the idea of being too small for even a dollhouse, but the concept of Rachel's uncontained eagerness leaves me wary of what might happen.
As if sensing my apprehension, Rachel leans in over the table, still grinning that big smile. "Alright, my tiny pets! We're going to play a game. Today, you are dolls living here, and the two of you..."
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