Roommate or Doll?
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 19
by
Bobob1
“…put you in with Ben. He’s small so he doesn’t need the whole room.”
Hearing your mother’s words you immediately wanted to protest, though Claire’s grip on you was once again preventing you from speaking up. Why hadn’t you been consulted on this? The chances of something going wrong in a situation like this were immense, especially when you knew you still hadn’t been properly introduced to your new roommate. Even if you’d been crushed beneath Kim’s feet when Yakima was invited, your mother could have at least checked with you before inviting the girl into your room. Though in hindsight you now recalled that the normal-sized bed in your room had been uncharacteristically made-up when you’d been dropped off at your doll house earlier.
For her part, Yakima was more than a little confused at the idea of ‘sharing’ a room with the doll she’d just fished out of her cleavage. Mary had said the doll was her son, but if that was the case it seemed odd that she’d be letting him share a room with a woman she didn’t know. On the other hand, if it really was just a doll couldn’t they just put the doll house away while she was here? Well, it wasn’t her place to question their hospitality. “I understand. Thank you for your kindness.”
Earlier today the trip to your doll house had offered you salvation after being crushed for weeks beneath Kim’s feet and crammed between your mother’s cheeks, but now it filled you with dread as you watched the shifting ass of your new roommate ascending the stairs before you. Claire was too busy chatting with Kim to pay attention to her tiny brother clenched in her fist, while Sarah had struck up a conversation with Yakima, seemingly trying to make amends for her earlier actions.
By the time the six of you reached your room, Claire just casually dumped you into the doll house without even a glance of acknowledgement, confident that you’d be fine. Unfortunately, such casual treatment only reinforced the perspective that you were nothing but a doll, and not even worth paying attention to when you weren’t actively part of any ongoing proceedings.
Still partially crushed, you struggled to reform enough to head outside, knowing that you needed to make things clear to Yakima as soon as possible. You could hear the booming voice of your mother as she showed the Japanese girl where to put her bags and hang her clothes, with a just a brief mention of yourself as she ensured her newest house guest that you were a perfect gentlemen. Turning your head a little you were just able to get a brief glimpse of your family as they departed, without even a glance in your direction. Kim at least paused to look at your house before leaving, but just blushed visibly and offered you a small smile before running out the door.
Struggling to your feet, and almost stumbling in the process, you forced yourself to the front door of your abode and flung it open without pausing to check your surroundings, only to be…
Hearing your mother’s words you immediately wanted to protest, though Claire’s grip on you was once again preventing you from speaking up. Why hadn’t you been consulted on this? The chances of something going wrong in a situation like this were immense, especially when you knew you still hadn’t been properly introduced to your new roommate. Even if you’d been crushed beneath Kim’s feet when Yakima was invited, your mother could have at least checked with you before inviting the girl into your room. Though in hindsight you now recalled that the normal-sized bed in your room had been uncharacteristically made-up when you’d been dropped off at your doll house earlier.
For her part, Yakima was more than a little confused at the idea of ‘sharing’ a room with the doll she’d just fished out of her cleavage. Mary had said the doll was her son, but if that was the case it seemed odd that she’d be letting him share a room with a woman she didn’t know. On the other hand, if it really was just a doll couldn’t they just put the doll house away while she was here? Well, it wasn’t her place to question their hospitality. “I understand. Thank you for your kindness.”
Earlier today the trip to your doll house had offered you salvation after being crushed for weeks beneath Kim’s feet and crammed between your mother’s cheeks, but now it filled you with dread as you watched the shifting ass of your new roommate ascending the stairs before you. Claire was too busy chatting with Kim to pay attention to her tiny brother clenched in her fist, while Sarah had struck up a conversation with Yakima, seemingly trying to make amends for her earlier actions.
By the time the six of you reached your room, Claire just casually dumped you into the doll house without even a glance of acknowledgement, confident that you’d be fine. Unfortunately, such casual treatment only reinforced the perspective that you were nothing but a doll, and not even worth paying attention to when you weren’t actively part of any ongoing proceedings.
Still partially crushed, you struggled to reform enough to head outside, knowing that you needed to make things clear to Yakima as soon as possible. You could hear the booming voice of your mother as she showed the Japanese girl where to put her bags and hang her clothes, with a just a brief mention of yourself as she ensured her newest house guest that you were a perfect gentlemen. Turning your head a little you were just able to get a brief glimpse of your family as they departed, without even a glance in your direction. Kim at least paused to look at your house before leaving, but just blushed visibly and offered you a small smile before running out the door.
Struggling to your feet, and almost stumbling in the process, you forced yourself to the front door of your abode and flung it open without pausing to check your surroundings, only to be…
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April 23, 2025
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