Luke is Going on a Trip
Cheating Death
chapter 5
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Your mom carefully lifts up your now one-inch body off the floor. Clinging to her finger, you can’t help but grin a little. Being smaller didn’t have many benefits, but with your devil-may-care attitude, your smaller size would make all your stunts more extreme now that everything was five times taller. Trying not to look like a smart ass, you’re brought up to your mother’s attractive face. She looks slightly stressed, but your doubt it’s not just related to your dangerous stunt. Mom’s got a lot on her plate today.
“Come along, you can help me pack,” your mom sighs, resigning to the fact that your smaller and getting upset wouldn’t make things easier. Nodding, you hold onto your mom’s hand tightly as she brings you upstairs.
Today is a big day, you’re going on a trip with the whole family. In a few hours you’ll be boarding a plane and flying off to some distant location. Your mom is keeping it hush-hush, preferring that it remain a surprise. You don’t really care where you’re going as long as you get to see something new. Living in this town is so boring. You want to see the world, explore new places and climb mountains. Although you’d just as much enjoy climbing some beautiful foreign girls. Wherever you’re going it’ll be great, you know it.
Entering your mom’s room on her hand, she places you on her bed next to her suitcase and a pile of unsorted clothes. Your not much help folding and organizing shorts and pants the size of circus tents, but you manage to offer your advice on what to bring and what not to bring.
“What do you think of this outfit?” Your mom asks, holding up a pink tube top and a mini-skirt. You go green at the thought of your hot mom in such provocative clothes.
“If you wear that every guy we see will be ogling you like a piece of meat,” you snap, not liking the thought of some guy putting the moves on your mom. You wanted to come back from your trip with good memories, not a new daddy.
Your mother nods her head to what you’ve said in agreement, and then she folds the skimpy clothes and puts them in her suitcase. “There perfect.” Smiling to herself, your mom keeps packing and you shake your head in disbelief and sit back. If your opinion mattered so little to her, why did your mom even bother asking you?
Your mother finishes packing, now she has to help your sister’s get ready. Before your mother heads to help Taylor pick out the best black eye liner to bring and tell Alexis that she can only bring four pairs of shoes, she looks at you apprehensively. “You know, losing a couple inches is kind of a good thing. It’ll make things less complicated.”
“Come along, you can help me pack,” your mom sighs, resigning to the fact that your smaller and getting upset wouldn’t make things easier. Nodding, you hold onto your mom’s hand tightly as she brings you upstairs.
Today is a big day, you’re going on a trip with the whole family. In a few hours you’ll be boarding a plane and flying off to some distant location. Your mom is keeping it hush-hush, preferring that it remain a surprise. You don’t really care where you’re going as long as you get to see something new. Living in this town is so boring. You want to see the world, explore new places and climb mountains. Although you’d just as much enjoy climbing some beautiful foreign girls. Wherever you’re going it’ll be great, you know it.
Entering your mom’s room on her hand, she places you on her bed next to her suitcase and a pile of unsorted clothes. Your not much help folding and organizing shorts and pants the size of circus tents, but you manage to offer your advice on what to bring and what not to bring.
“What do you think of this outfit?” Your mom asks, holding up a pink tube top and a mini-skirt. You go green at the thought of your hot mom in such provocative clothes.
“If you wear that every guy we see will be ogling you like a piece of meat,” you snap, not liking the thought of some guy putting the moves on your mom. You wanted to come back from your trip with good memories, not a new daddy.
Your mother nods her head to what you’ve said in agreement, and then she folds the skimpy clothes and puts them in her suitcase. “There perfect.” Smiling to herself, your mom keeps packing and you shake your head in disbelief and sit back. If your opinion mattered so little to her, why did your mom even bother asking you?
Your mother finishes packing, now she has to help your sister’s get ready. Before your mother heads to help Taylor pick out the best black eye liner to bring and tell Alexis that she can only bring four pairs of shoes, she looks at you apprehensively. “You know, losing a couple inches is kind of a good thing. It’ll make things less complicated.”
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March 13, 2025
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