As he approached the door, it swung open, and a cloud of perfume wafted in. It was Maddie, her purplish-black hair a stark contrast to her pale skin, her eyes glued to her phone. She stepped in, her platform boots thundering like elephant hooves in Eric's heightened reality.
Maddie, blissfully unaware of the tiny intruder, sailed by him, her skirt fluttering like a storm cloud around her thighs. Eric watched in horror as the fabric brushed against his arm, sending him tumbling backward. As she walked past the bathroom door slammed shut as she locked it. She walked over to the toilet pulled down her panties under her skirt as start to piss. Eric watched in shock, his mind racing with the impossibility of his situation. He could see the outline of her pussy from the side and smell the faint scent of weed on her as she sat.
He was nervous and scared so instead of continuing to the locked door he ran to hide behind the toilet for a while. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, each beat like a drum echoing in the vast cavern of his own personal crisis. He watched as Maddie, lost in her own world, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up, the smoke curling around her like a serpent of doom, reminding him of his own precarious position.
As she smoked, Eric took stock of his surroundings. The bathroom was a jungle of towels, makeup, and hair products, a veritable minefield for someone his size. He spotted a tiny gap between the base of the vanity and the floor, and with a silent prayer to the gods of his newfound microscopic existence, he scurried over to it, his knees knocking together with every step. The space was tight, but it offered a semblance of safety, and he managed to wiggle in, his back pressed against the cool wood.
Maddie finished her cigarette and stood up, her skirt billowing as she did so, sending a gust of smoke Eric's way. He held his breath and hoped she wouldn't notice the tiny plume of dust that was surely rising from his frantic movements. She washed her hands, the waterfall from the faucet a deafening roar to Eric, and then she stepped out of the bathroom, leaving the door a crack open. Eric took his chance, sprinting across the floor like a marathon sprinter. He barely made it through the crack before it swung shut with a bang that sounded like a thunderclap in his ears. What does he do next?
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