Pansea Shrunk in an Amusement Park chapter 8 by Louka31

You were staying many hours in her handbag, sometimes by sleeping and other times by hoping when you could finally get out of here. You hear your captress working on her computer and can slightly see her face from your prison. She was very diligent and quite gentle with her colleagues (she calls them sometimes and doesn't mind joking with them). She purposely doesn’t try to talk with you because her colleagues often come to ask her about business things and she probably doesn't want they think she is crazy (or learn about you).

Later, she hears her eating something and she drops you a bit inside her handbag: a piece of cookie. You thank her and she waves at you before going back to work. You bite what you got and love the taste (it is so strange to have so much chocolate at this size when it wasn't a big deal at your normal size).

Hours spend and finally, her shift is over and she takes back her handbag to go to her car. Like she said, you are less jolted in this pocket, and she purposely walk slower than usual. It takes about 20 minutes until she stops her car: she hears her entering an elevator. After a moment, the elevator stops and she reaches her home. Once in her bedroom, she puts her handbag, picks you up and drops you in her desk. You quickly notice through the window it is night and how spacious this room is (she is surely well-off).

"My name is Pansy (like the flower), but all my colleagues call me Pansea. And you, little one" she asks gently

"I am Peterson, but my friends call me Pete. Glad to meet you, Madam." you answer

"Me too. And please, just call me Pansea." she says "And now the important part: why are you so tiny? Did you shrink or were you always like this? And what were you doing in the pool? I could have crushed you to death." she says very curious about your situation

"I don't know, I was with my friends Jim and Steve in the amusement park and without any explanations, I shrank. A girl sat on me, and I was stuck on her butt. When she arrived at the pool, I was freed but in the middle of the pool (which was huge for my new size). Then, you arrived and I ended... well, you know. Sorry for biting you but I feared to drown when you were about to dive again. But still, thank you for saving me." he says, shyly

"Poor little guy, I am sorry if I scared you. But you were right: I wasn't feeling you at first in my chest and I almost killed you. But at least, I am so happy you are alive: I will take care of you and will assure you lack nothing." she says by petting your head

"Please Pansea, stop it." you tell her by trying to push her huge finger. "I am not a pet and I need help. My friends are surely worried about me, and I need to contact them. Can you help me?" you beg her

"It depends, is your phone still working?" she asks, remembering where she found you. 

You quickly check your pocket and find your phone but as you expected, it is dead: after you dived into the pool, it doesn't work anymore. At least, you didn't catch a cold since you were dried up and warmed up between two soft hills smelling lavender (but you won't say that too loud and clear to your savior).

"Unfortunately not, and I didn't try to memorize their number or their address. What a dummy. Everything is kept in a notebook in my bedroom." you say with shame "Could you bring me there in order to call them, or at least to my parents?" you ask her by spelling your address

"I would like but my schedule is tight and your home is quite far from mine. And I doubt your parents will believe me at all if I don't bring you in person." she says sadly. "I will try on weekend but in the meanwhile, you stay with me. As my salary, I can provide you many things." she explains by switching from sad to happy face

"So, at the end, I will be your pet." you whisper

"No, you won't. You will be a poor little boy that I found, lost and alone, that I hosted until he gets better." she explains happily, almost proudly

"Hey, I am not so little than you think: I am 18" you answer, slightly upset

"And I am 24 but I am more responsible than you (I live alone, after all). So we could say that otherwise: do you accept I host you not as a pet but as a friend? And I won't forget to try to find a solution to your actual size" she asks by approaching her giant finger for handshaking (or in this case, "fingershaking").

"In that case, I think I can accept your offer. Thank you so much for helping me, Pansea" you say before trying to hand shake her huge finger

"You're welcome, little Pete" she answers, amused to see you moving her finger (especially when you blush by seeing her smiling face).

"He is so, so adorable. Despite his situation, I am so lucky to have found a tiny teenager like him. I hope we will become good friend and will spend many good times together (I wonder too where he will sleep tonight)" she thinks but hides her huge joy. 

Once she moves her finger away, she proposes him some options before going to sleep.