With the girl’s sufficiently distracted, and not wanting to watch what they were up to, you took the opportunity to run across the living room and towards your bedroom. Maybe you could try getting Charlotte’s help after Beth goes home. You jogged down the hall, away from the sounds of kissing and giggling, and managed to squeeze under your bedroom door. 

You were still getting used to being so small. You’d spend countless hours in this room and yet it felt like you were standing on a whole other planet. You walked over to a shirt lying on the ground and marvelled its size. It was as big as a football field! You almost couldn’t believe you wore something this big just yesterday.

Your tour of your own room was cut short, however, by the sound of approaching footsteps. Your attention was diverted to the door which swung open and you were suddenly no longer alone. 

Who was it?