A Toy Man for a Toy Barracks Shrunk in an airport chapter 23 by Louka31

...I am in fact Maj. Gen. Cheryl Rogers...Now the last thing I need is for you to be damaged in this car ride so back into my pocket, you go!"

This whole time you are cupped in the palm of her hand. You salute her, amusing her greatly, as she pockets you once again.

At her house, she unveils your house, a toy barracks. Though unlike a real barracks, you have it all to yourself.

Cheryl explains that carrying you in her pocket on a day-to-day basis is too risky.

"But when I need arm candy with my friends in the know, you'll be sure to receive a deluxe ride in my pocket--that I can promise you!"

At this point, you ponder your opinions. She's obviously infatuated with you. If you can make the relationship sexual, then surely she will see that you need to be even bigger than her thumb. But if you hold off on it for awhile, you can partake in her socialization with other giantesses and perhaps learn enough for a more reliable plan.

Cheryl had heard that tinies made good hand and foot valets. They could trim nails, moisturize palms and heels, clean shoes of all sorts and polish formalwear gloves.

Eventually...