(Chapter originally created by Hectic)
“Alright you two, where are we headed today… Paris, France! What a beautiful country! Okay that should be two Economy--oh wait a moment! Sorry about that, it seemed like one of the regular Economy tickets was changed to a Tiny-Economy ticket, and the cost difference was reimbursed to one… Jenna Jacobs!” The employee said cheerfully to you two. You silently cursed your evil sister, realizing that the one time in your life that you thought that she was actually being somewhat fair to you, she of course had to skim some money for herself and downgrade your seat in the process.
“Wait, we don’t get to sit together!? It’s a 12 hour flight! I don’t want to be apart from him for that long!” Mari responded worriedly and you felt your heart warmed. She could be forgetful around you, but her love for you was unquestionable.
“Actually, your seat is right next to the Tiny-Economy section, so you won’t actually be apart at all!” the employee responded cheerfully.
Mari faltered for a moment, as she was able to take a breath. At the very least you two would be near one another. She then shook her head and tried to push further, however, “Can’t I just upgrade his seat back to regular Economy at least? I’ll pay the difference!”
“I’m sorry, miss, but his old seat was already sold to another woman. It is no longer available! But I assure you, Tiny-Economy is just as enjoyable as our regular-sized Economy seats. He might even prefer it!”
You could tell Mari was getting flustered, and you didn’t want to see her fight an unwinnable battle anymore. So you managed to interject your tiny voice between their booming words.
“Tiny-Economy is completely fine with me!” Mari turned and eyed you on her shoulder, changing her look to a soft, relieved smile.
“All sorted then? Well have a wonderful flight you two, and enjoy France!” The employee beamed as your words resolved the situation.
Mari reached out and grabbed your tickets back before heading towards the security line. Your girlfriend gently deposited you in a plastic bin on the conveyor belt alongside a handful of other tiny guys who would be then transferred through. First class affected men got their own appropriately sized security station, but those of you flying in Tiny-Economy were simply put through the same machine that regular-sized women’s luggage went through. Mari blew you a kiss and headed towards her line, knowing that she would grab you when you made it through. As your bin waited its turn on the conveyor belt, in between a backpack and a duffel bag, a clearly stressed out woman talking on the phone came up beside you and slipped her well-worn sandals off. Without paying a lick of attention, she simply dropped her sandals on top of you dozen or so men in your bin, you included. All of you were crushed instantly, albeit not too badly due to the relatively light weight of the sandals. The culprit simply waltzed her way through the security checkpoint as an employee saw the X-ray of her sandals with a handful of tiny guys crushed beneath them. When your bin came out the other side, the employee reprimanded the woman for putting her sandals in a bin with “other items” instead of its own container, not once mentioning that the “items” that she was referring to were actually people. Her language chilled you to the bone, as you were reminded that women like that were unfortunately common in society.
You popped yourself into the third dimension rather quickly, and locked eyes with Mari, who reached over and grabbed you before placing you back on her shoulder. The rest of the wait for your flight flew by, as you and your girlfriend eagerly discussed the various amazing possibilities that could happen in the week ahead. And before you knew it, the two of you were boarding.
Mari reached her seat about halfway back in the plane, looking at her aisle she saw two regular-sized seats side by side. Marked above them was an A above the aisle seat, and a B above the window seat, which happened to be hers. She placed her carry-on in the compartment above her before turning sideways to slide into her seat. But just as she began to move, she noticed way down in front of her, instead of a foot rest on the ground was a clear, plastic box, with a number of holes cut in the top of it. Mari looked closer and saw a whole bunch of tiny-sized seats inside, along with a sticker that said “Tiny-Economy” in the corner.
“Oh, here we are, Matt. Look, it doesn't seem half bad! And I’m right next to you!” Mari said naively.
“Uhh yeah, I guess so. Damn I really wish I could just fly with you but I wouldn’t want them to think you’re smuggling me on the flight or anything like that.” you responded.
“I know babe, I feel the same way. But I’ll be right up here the whole time, and just try to focus on how great it will be once we land!” Mari reassured you. And you simply smiled in return. She did have a way of easing your mind that you always appreciated. Mari then gently grabbed you in her palm, and lowered you down to the ground, right next to the entrance to the section. And as the two of you exchanged blown kisses you also walked into the plastic cube, exchanging a few nods with fellow tiny guys around you before reaching your assigned seat. You plopped down in it and were actually a bit impressed at the quality of the appropriately-sized seats in the section. There was even a small screen at the front of the section that would play movies for all of the men to watch. You sighed with relief, maybe this Tiny-Economy thing wouldn’t be the end of the world after all.
Around twenty minutes went by, and from the captain’s announcement it was clear that your flight was being held up by one last late passenger. You tried to look up at your girlfriend to see if she was as annoyed as you were, but sadly she was already nose deep in a novel that she had brought.
Just then, a powerful stomp towards the front of the plane managed to shake the ground, and you whipped forward to see what caused it.
*split here due to character limit*