You walk your naked body over to the ruler. "How tall am I?" you wonder aloud to yourself. The room is warm and you don't mind that you shrunk straight out of your clothes.
Lying down on the floor next to the ruler, you position your feet at the bottom of it. As your head hits the floor, you look to the left -- your eyes come up just short of the "8" marker. You're just 8 inches tall! How small would you have become if you drank the entire thing, you wonder?
Suddenly, you hear the door open once again.*CLOP* *CLOP* *CLOP*
You hear the distinctive sounds of stilletto heels on hardwood floor. Then you hear a gasp.
You get up and walk out from under the table to see who it is. A woman who looks to be no more than 32 years of age towers above. You find it impossible to estimate her real-world height -- especially given the 4-inch stiletto Mary Jane heels she's wearing.
"Hello? Who's in here?" her voice booms. "Hey!"
"I'm down here! Excuse me!" you yell.
The woman looks down, her breast-length brown hair covering her face. She's wearing thick-rimmed, square-framed glasses which she adjusts on her nose as she looks down. Her black corset accentuates her breasts, leading down to a charcoal-colored pencil skirt. This woman is beautiful -- and magnitudes larger than you.
"Oh my god," she gasps as her eyes widen. She quickly reaches down and scoops you up, her long fingers wrapping around your torso.
"It worked!" she squeals as she picks you up. You feel the wind rush as she elevates you to her eye level. "I'm so excited! The potion works!"
"Wait -- you did this?!" you ask.
"Yes! Now, who are you, anyway?"
You say your name twice -- first she can't hear you, so you yell it once again.
"So nice to meet you! I do love new visitors to the TransforMansion," she replies. "My name is Vicki Victrola. I'm the potions master here. I've been working on this size-change potion for AGES. I was waiting for just the right person to fall for my little 'drink me' tag trap... it worked just like Alice in Wonderland! I do love that book, you know."
She sets you back down on the table, the half-filled bottle of shrinking potion towering over you.
"You look to be about 8 inches," Vicki says. "What a fine height to be."
"Yes," you reply, "it's pretty cool. I've never shrunk before."
She laughs at your silly comment and peers down. "I'll bet you haven't! How did it feel?"
"Pretty good actually," you reply. "Now how do I get back to normal height -- you know, when I'm ready?"
"Oh, umm..." Vicki trails off, then guffaws. "I haven't figured that one out quite yet."
"Wait, what?!" you reply. "What about that machine over there?"
"THAT?!" Vicki says, pointing at what you thought was the size machine. "That's just one of my father's weird old instruments -- a Victromatic, he calls it. Says any sound it makes will make a room full of people dance magnficently. The pointy end is just how you control the pitch. I don't know why it's in the size room... belongs in the parlor room, where our parties happen."
"Oh... so I'm stuck like this?" you reply.
"For now!" Vicki says. "I'm sure the enlarging potion will come sometime... err, soon." She grins wide as she looks down at you, removing her glasses. You don't think there's much of a chance of an enlarging potion any time soon. "Since you're my first tiny person, mind if I try a few...things?"
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