Your First (Attempted) Date
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 5
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
“Ah, wait!” Sophie perked up. “Wait wait wait! What about the first time you two ever met? Please tell us, it’s gotta be super cute!”
Maddie nodded. “I’d like to hear that to. Any accidents or whatever?”
You and Cassie glanced at each other and shrugged. Cassie answered. “I don’t really have much to tell. I sat beside him in…uh…Calculus. I’d never met him, and we ended up spending the whole class just talking. He was funny, caring, and we shared a lot in common. Those feelings only grew in time.” Cassie flashed you a smile so bright your heart nearly burst.
“Same, Cassie!” You declared happily. “You were the most compassionate, perfect, beautiful girl I’d ever known, and still are, and you never mentioned my height once.” You calmed down. “I get it, being one foot tall is strange, but it’s tiring to always be seen as less-than human. Cassie’s always treated me like an equal.”
Sophie practically cooed with joy at you and your fiancée’s shared love, Maddie nodded appreciatively, but Kimberly still looked curious about something. Catching her eye, you noticed the faint shadow of a smile as she leaned forward and spoke up.
“Hm…that’s sweet for you two.” She said. “But nothing went wrong on that first encounter? That’s impressive.”
Cassie was about to respond, but you were hit by a sudden memory, long buried. Cutting your fiancée off, you replied. “Actually, Ms. Smalls, our first meeting was great…but our first date wasn’t quite as nice.”
Cassie’s cheeks flared to life and she looked away, prompting excited giggles from Sophie. Realizing you had perhaps walked into yet another embarrassing story, you cleared your throat and began. As you spoke, you failed to notice the triumphant glint in Kimberly’s eyes.
(FLASHBACK BEGIN)
At the end of your first meeting with Cassie, she’d given you her room number and told you that you could come over for lunch and a study session the next afternoon. As she walked away, it dawned on you that you’d need to climb four flights of stairs to reach the floor her room was on, but you figured that was hardly a price to pay for another chance to spend time with such a gorgeous, perfect girl.
You were hardly able to sleep that night, and when morning came around, you paced anxiously until lunchtime drew near. Racing down the hall from your own dorm room on the first floor, you reached the stairs and began the admittedly laborious chore of scaling four flights to reach Cassie’s floor. You were a bit sore and certainly sweaty when you reached the floor.
Scanning the numbers on the doors, you finally spotted Cassie’s room, and knocked politely. No one answered, but you noticed the door was slightly ajar. You assumed this was on purpose, as Cassie had told you she’d meet you for lunch, so you pushed the door open gently and slipped into her dorm room. Unfortunately, your assumption was a bit erroneous. The door was ajar completely by accident, a result of Cassie’s roommate’s carefree nature.
Inside the room, you took in the quaint common area, with a large TV, comfy couch, refrigerator, and microwave. Three doors led out of the room. One was locked, one was open a bit with a light on, and the other was closed but you could hear the sounds of a shower. Once more you made a terrible assumption, and figured Cassie’s room was the open door with the light, and that her roommate was showering.
Happy as could be, you crossed the room and slipped through the open door, only to freeze immediately. Inside the room was a tall, pale girl walking around and picking up discarded clothes and lingerie from the floor. She was beautiful, to be sure, but not Cassie. You’d walked into the wrong room, and this was made all the more horrible because the girl was stark naked.
You’d seen girls naked before, hundreds of times and never on purpose. But it was always a shock, and you froze up, trying and failing to avert your eyes from her. You nearly petrified as the girl turned towards you, but instead of looking at you she merely kept her gaze on her phone. At the same time, she tossed a bunched-up bundle of clothes at you, and you were way too frozen in fear to even think about moving.
The clothes fell on you, knocking you onto your back and burying you. The wind shot out of you when your head smacked the floor, and you had no idea what had fallen on top of you, other than that it was soft and silky. The powerful aromatic fragrance of scented perfume almost knocked you out, and your attempts to wiggle out from under the clothes you’d been trapped under were pitiful.
Just then, you heard the muffled sound of the door behind you swinging open. Your curiosity as to who was coming into the room left when the powerful force of a foot slammed down onto the clothing pile you were under, squashing the clothes. Your body squished immediately, unable to escape in time.
“Oops.” Cassie exclaimed, stepping off the pile of her roommate’s clothes. She was still a bit wet from her shower, and was wrapped in only a tight towel. Her sudden entrance drew her roommate’s attention, causing the tall girl to spare her friend a sheepish smile.
“Sorry, Cass.” The girl grinned. “I’m just doing a bit of cleaning. It’s a bit of a mess.”
“I can see that, Mira.” Cassie laughed, her melodic voice reaching you even under the pile of clothes. “I was just wondering if you had any clean clothes I could borrow. Totally forgot I’m due for a wash cycle.”
“Uh…yeah! That pile you just stood on is clean.” Mira winced. “If your dainty little foot stepping on it still classifies it as clean.”
Cassie shrugged. “Yeah, guess it’s fine. Thanks!” She bent down, her towel struggling to stay on her slick body, and scooped the clothes up into her arms. Giving her dormmate another smile, she slipped back into the common area.
Of course, your terrible luck struck once more for the umpteenth time in your life, and your fiancée-to-be scooped you up too. In fact, as you felt her warm arms press into you, you felt as if your flattened form was actually sticking just a bit to the article of clothing on top of you. The pressure of Cassie’s foot hadn’t lasted long, but it had apparently been enough, and if you didn’t get free soon, you didn’t even want to consider what would occur next.
Cassie dropped the clothes onto the couch, hiding you from view again, and grabbed a bra from the pile. She let her towel fall and then slid the bra into place. Her body was close in size to Mira’s, and they’d shared clothes frequently in the past, so she knew it would fit. Next went a comfy blouse that displayed a tasteful bit of cleavage, not enough to intimidate or distract the cute small guy Cassie still believed hadn’t arrived yet.
She finally picked up the clothing you were stuck to, and your heart dropped as you realized it was a silky pair of panties your body had flattened to. Of course it would be something as humiliating as that. You tried wiggling and squirming a bit, but you’d need to reform more before you could manage that, and it seemed Cassie was not giving you that chance.
She dropped the panties low to the ground and then yanked them up her luscious legs, squeezing a bit to get the tight lingerie around her hips and in place at her ass. You found your body stretched taut, but thankfully on the outside of her panties. This meant that you were facing outwards and still visible, though not much more than a goofy, cartoon looking pattern. At least you weren’t inward and hugging her bare flesh. You wanted to know Cassie more, but not like this yet!
Sadly, Cassie had no reason to check out her own killer rear, and began picking up the last piece of clothing in Mira’s pile, an attractive skirt. As she dropped it to the ground, Mira herself appeared, having finally dressed into some semblance of an outfit, and sauntered towards the fridge. Her gaze rested on Cassie, Cassie’s butt, and you. She paused.
“Rocking those panties, girl!” Mira teased, eliciting a blush from Cassie. “Don’t remember that pattern design though.”
Cassie finally looked over her shoulder and spotted you. Frowning, she ran her hands along your body, and you squirmed and vibrated as much as possible. Sadly, your tiny movements didn’t get her attention, so she shrugged and looked back at Mira.
“Yeah, but it’s kinda unique, I guess.” Cassie admitted, pulling the skirt up her legs. You mentally screamed out, managing to twitch your squashed body slightly, but unfortunately right as Mira looked away to turn to the fridge. Your vision vanished into darkness as Cassie pulled up the skirt and adjusted it, and the extra layer of tightness kept you pinned and unable to move.
(FLASHBACK END)
You sighed. “I didn’t realize it at the time, but in treating me like a normal person, Cassie had never found out about my squishy and stretchy nature during our talk in class. As such, she had no reason to suspect I could do anything like be reduced to a flat, squashed sticker on a pair of panties. I spent the next eight hours trapped as she waited for me to show up.”
Cassie stammered out an interjection. “B-but I eventually figured it out. It only took until…that night, when I took the panties off and you reformed.” Your fiancée blushed again. “A-and then…Mira came stumbling over, drunk, tripped and fell on you, crushing you under her boobs. It took another ten minutes to peel you away from her. She’s a handful while plastered.”
You grimaced, but couldn’t help but share a small smile with Cassie. No matter the incident, each misadventure brought you closer to her. From the contented and amused gazes of her family members, you could tell they had enjoyed the story too (perhaps too much on Sophie’s end).
Maddie nodded. “I’d like to hear that to. Any accidents or whatever?”
You and Cassie glanced at each other and shrugged. Cassie answered. “I don’t really have much to tell. I sat beside him in…uh…Calculus. I’d never met him, and we ended up spending the whole class just talking. He was funny, caring, and we shared a lot in common. Those feelings only grew in time.” Cassie flashed you a smile so bright your heart nearly burst.
“Same, Cassie!” You declared happily. “You were the most compassionate, perfect, beautiful girl I’d ever known, and still are, and you never mentioned my height once.” You calmed down. “I get it, being one foot tall is strange, but it’s tiring to always be seen as less-than human. Cassie’s always treated me like an equal.”
Sophie practically cooed with joy at you and your fiancée’s shared love, Maddie nodded appreciatively, but Kimberly still looked curious about something. Catching her eye, you noticed the faint shadow of a smile as she leaned forward and spoke up.
“Hm…that’s sweet for you two.” She said. “But nothing went wrong on that first encounter? That’s impressive.”
Cassie was about to respond, but you were hit by a sudden memory, long buried. Cutting your fiancée off, you replied. “Actually, Ms. Smalls, our first meeting was great…but our first date wasn’t quite as nice.”
Cassie’s cheeks flared to life and she looked away, prompting excited giggles from Sophie. Realizing you had perhaps walked into yet another embarrassing story, you cleared your throat and began. As you spoke, you failed to notice the triumphant glint in Kimberly’s eyes.
(FLASHBACK BEGIN)
At the end of your first meeting with Cassie, she’d given you her room number and told you that you could come over for lunch and a study session the next afternoon. As she walked away, it dawned on you that you’d need to climb four flights of stairs to reach the floor her room was on, but you figured that was hardly a price to pay for another chance to spend time with such a gorgeous, perfect girl.
You were hardly able to sleep that night, and when morning came around, you paced anxiously until lunchtime drew near. Racing down the hall from your own dorm room on the first floor, you reached the stairs and began the admittedly laborious chore of scaling four flights to reach Cassie’s floor. You were a bit sore and certainly sweaty when you reached the floor.
Scanning the numbers on the doors, you finally spotted Cassie’s room, and knocked politely. No one answered, but you noticed the door was slightly ajar. You assumed this was on purpose, as Cassie had told you she’d meet you for lunch, so you pushed the door open gently and slipped into her dorm room. Unfortunately, your assumption was a bit erroneous. The door was ajar completely by accident, a result of Cassie’s roommate’s carefree nature.
Inside the room, you took in the quaint common area, with a large TV, comfy couch, refrigerator, and microwave. Three doors led out of the room. One was locked, one was open a bit with a light on, and the other was closed but you could hear the sounds of a shower. Once more you made a terrible assumption, and figured Cassie’s room was the open door with the light, and that her roommate was showering.
Happy as could be, you crossed the room and slipped through the open door, only to freeze immediately. Inside the room was a tall, pale girl walking around and picking up discarded clothes and lingerie from the floor. She was beautiful, to be sure, but not Cassie. You’d walked into the wrong room, and this was made all the more horrible because the girl was stark naked.
You’d seen girls naked before, hundreds of times and never on purpose. But it was always a shock, and you froze up, trying and failing to avert your eyes from her. You nearly petrified as the girl turned towards you, but instead of looking at you she merely kept her gaze on her phone. At the same time, she tossed a bunched-up bundle of clothes at you, and you were way too frozen in fear to even think about moving.
The clothes fell on you, knocking you onto your back and burying you. The wind shot out of you when your head smacked the floor, and you had no idea what had fallen on top of you, other than that it was soft and silky. The powerful aromatic fragrance of scented perfume almost knocked you out, and your attempts to wiggle out from under the clothes you’d been trapped under were pitiful.
Just then, you heard the muffled sound of the door behind you swinging open. Your curiosity as to who was coming into the room left when the powerful force of a foot slammed down onto the clothing pile you were under, squashing the clothes. Your body squished immediately, unable to escape in time.
“Oops.” Cassie exclaimed, stepping off the pile of her roommate’s clothes. She was still a bit wet from her shower, and was wrapped in only a tight towel. Her sudden entrance drew her roommate’s attention, causing the tall girl to spare her friend a sheepish smile.
“Sorry, Cass.” The girl grinned. “I’m just doing a bit of cleaning. It’s a bit of a mess.”
“I can see that, Mira.” Cassie laughed, her melodic voice reaching you even under the pile of clothes. “I was just wondering if you had any clean clothes I could borrow. Totally forgot I’m due for a wash cycle.”
“Uh…yeah! That pile you just stood on is clean.” Mira winced. “If your dainty little foot stepping on it still classifies it as clean.”
Cassie shrugged. “Yeah, guess it’s fine. Thanks!” She bent down, her towel struggling to stay on her slick body, and scooped the clothes up into her arms. Giving her dormmate another smile, she slipped back into the common area.
Of course, your terrible luck struck once more for the umpteenth time in your life, and your fiancée-to-be scooped you up too. In fact, as you felt her warm arms press into you, you felt as if your flattened form was actually sticking just a bit to the article of clothing on top of you. The pressure of Cassie’s foot hadn’t lasted long, but it had apparently been enough, and if you didn’t get free soon, you didn’t even want to consider what would occur next.
Cassie dropped the clothes onto the couch, hiding you from view again, and grabbed a bra from the pile. She let her towel fall and then slid the bra into place. Her body was close in size to Mira’s, and they’d shared clothes frequently in the past, so she knew it would fit. Next went a comfy blouse that displayed a tasteful bit of cleavage, not enough to intimidate or distract the cute small guy Cassie still believed hadn’t arrived yet.
She finally picked up the clothing you were stuck to, and your heart dropped as you realized it was a silky pair of panties your body had flattened to. Of course it would be something as humiliating as that. You tried wiggling and squirming a bit, but you’d need to reform more before you could manage that, and it seemed Cassie was not giving you that chance.
She dropped the panties low to the ground and then yanked them up her luscious legs, squeezing a bit to get the tight lingerie around her hips and in place at her ass. You found your body stretched taut, but thankfully on the outside of her panties. This meant that you were facing outwards and still visible, though not much more than a goofy, cartoon looking pattern. At least you weren’t inward and hugging her bare flesh. You wanted to know Cassie more, but not like this yet!
Sadly, Cassie had no reason to check out her own killer rear, and began picking up the last piece of clothing in Mira’s pile, an attractive skirt. As she dropped it to the ground, Mira herself appeared, having finally dressed into some semblance of an outfit, and sauntered towards the fridge. Her gaze rested on Cassie, Cassie’s butt, and you. She paused.
“Rocking those panties, girl!” Mira teased, eliciting a blush from Cassie. “Don’t remember that pattern design though.”
Cassie finally looked over her shoulder and spotted you. Frowning, she ran her hands along your body, and you squirmed and vibrated as much as possible. Sadly, your tiny movements didn’t get her attention, so she shrugged and looked back at Mira.
“Yeah, but it’s kinda unique, I guess.” Cassie admitted, pulling the skirt up her legs. You mentally screamed out, managing to twitch your squashed body slightly, but unfortunately right as Mira looked away to turn to the fridge. Your vision vanished into darkness as Cassie pulled up the skirt and adjusted it, and the extra layer of tightness kept you pinned and unable to move.
(FLASHBACK END)
You sighed. “I didn’t realize it at the time, but in treating me like a normal person, Cassie had never found out about my squishy and stretchy nature during our talk in class. As such, she had no reason to suspect I could do anything like be reduced to a flat, squashed sticker on a pair of panties. I spent the next eight hours trapped as she waited for me to show up.”
Cassie stammered out an interjection. “B-but I eventually figured it out. It only took until…that night, when I took the panties off and you reformed.” Your fiancée blushed again. “A-and then…Mira came stumbling over, drunk, tripped and fell on you, crushing you under her boobs. It took another ten minutes to peel you away from her. She’s a handful while plastered.”
You grimaced, but couldn’t help but share a small smile with Cassie. No matter the incident, each misadventure brought you closer to her. From the contented and amused gazes of her family members, you could tell they had enjoyed the story too (perhaps too much on Sophie’s end).
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March 28, 2025
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