You're Just Too Small, Sweetie Surviving on Short Notice chapter 8 by deleted_user

By MacroGuy 94

You climb back up to the top of the purse and see Evelyn ahead. Or at least the base of her lab coat and a pair of expensive-looking leather knee-high heeled boots.

A familiar conversation you knew all too well was unfolding as your eyes now gathered in the horizon what must be the new girl. All you can see from your tiny, low perspective is a skirt and feet fidgeting nervously in a pair of flat sandals. You try to scream out across the room to get the girl's attention. You might be fucked but she still has a chance.

But you're tiny. Smaller than a bug. Your voice isn't even a perceptible buzz to these vast titanesses.

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A slight fidget of Evelyn's booted foot is enough to drown out your voice even to your own ear.