SO CLOSE AND YET SO FAR.
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
bobconstable
You don't know it, of course, but you land on a strip of duct tape that has been looped around, sticky side out. Hence, you are hanging upside down from it (plastic baggie and all) when Sophie puts the helmet back on right side up! Naturally, you start worrying about all the blood that will be rushing to your head as she drives the both of you back to her mom's house. But, fortunately, you are taken back out less than five minutes later,,,in a girls' lavatory.
"Sorry, little guy. But, this is the only place I could free you, privately. Everybody else is in class!"
A minute later, she places you on the nearest sink. There, she takes your wadded up form out of the plastic baggie. After which, she removes the masking tape that had been keeping you not only bound and gagged. But, scrunched up, as well. The moment she does so, you instantly snap back into your normal human shape! Well, almost. For your arms and legs are still slightly extended. The left ones dangling down into the basin; the right ones, over the side in the direction of the floor. And your mouth is too flattened to say anything!
"Oh! I'ms so sorry, Jake," moans Sophie: "But, I can't smuggle you out of school like this. I'll have to hide you in plain sight till we get to my car."
Whereupon, she picks up your distended body and wraps it around her old baton like it was black electrician's tape for better gripping. When that's done, she puts the helmet back on and proceeds to exit the girls' bathroom. Unfortunately, she does so just as a teacher on hall monitor duty is about to enter!
"What's the meaning of this, young lady?" bellows the teacher (a middle-aged black woman): "Have you been smoking in there?"
"N-N-No, ma'am," stammers Sophie: "I, uh, I just had to take care of some early female trouble!"
You can't help wincing at the lameness of that excuse. Yet, miraculously, the hall monitor seems to buy it!
"Very well. I, however, am personally going to escort you to baton twirling practice near the band room."
Whereupon, she grabs hold of Sophie's left elbow and half-tugs/half-drags her down the hall to the school's music department.
"Sorry, little guy. But, this is the only place I could free you, privately. Everybody else is in class!"
A minute later, she places you on the nearest sink. There, she takes your wadded up form out of the plastic baggie. After which, she removes the masking tape that had been keeping you not only bound and gagged. But, scrunched up, as well. The moment she does so, you instantly snap back into your normal human shape! Well, almost. For your arms and legs are still slightly extended. The left ones dangling down into the basin; the right ones, over the side in the direction of the floor. And your mouth is too flattened to say anything!
"Oh! I'ms so sorry, Jake," moans Sophie: "But, I can't smuggle you out of school like this. I'll have to hide you in plain sight till we get to my car."
Whereupon, she picks up your distended body and wraps it around her old baton like it was black electrician's tape for better gripping. When that's done, she puts the helmet back on and proceeds to exit the girls' bathroom. Unfortunately, she does so just as a teacher on hall monitor duty is about to enter!
"What's the meaning of this, young lady?" bellows the teacher (a middle-aged black woman): "Have you been smoking in there?"
"N-N-No, ma'am," stammers Sophie: "I, uh, I just had to take care of some early female trouble!"
You can't help wincing at the lameness of that excuse. Yet, miraculously, the hall monitor seems to buy it!
"Very well. I, however, am personally going to escort you to baton twirling practice near the band room."
Whereupon, she grabs hold of Sophie's left elbow and half-tugs/half-drags her down the hall to the school's music department.
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