Fashion Item Shrunk in an airport chapter 7 by Louka31

“Hmm, I guess it makes sense that you’re getting used to this situation,” Jade bemuses. “I’m a model, specializing in a certain kind of apparel. I need tiny people with a certain look and feel to match my outfits. I sent one of my assistants to find someone at the airport, and you, young sir,” poking you playfully with her index finger while saying this and inadvertently knocking you over not knowing her strength, “will match the ensemble perfectly.”

“Ensemble?” you reply, too dumbfounded by the rest of her statement to make sense of it yet.

“Yes, you’ll see in time. Don’t worry.” She continues. “You’ve already got acquainted with some of it.” She points to the clothes in her luggage, and you notice that the clothes you’ve been lying on top of are ornate clothing items.

“We’re headed back to New York for the shoot.”

“New York? Why did you come here to find someone then?” you ask.

“Oh I have to do a lot of travel for work, and well, it’s best not to shrink people in the same city, since it’s easier to track then.”

“You’ve got to let me go. I have a life!” you demand back.

“I guess you did, but don’t worry,” she responds. “I need you. Plus, even if I didn’t, I can’t be implicated by having you go free: I’d have to dispose of you to cover my tracks.”

“Wait, is that what you want to do with when you’re done?” you stammer.

“Oh don’t worry. I'll need a fine fellow like you for a while. We’ll cross that bridge if we ever get to it,” she explains, winking. “But don’t worry about that. I took you out to give you some food. It’s going to be a long flight. Take this for now.”

She hands you a grape and small piece of cheese from her lunch: some kind of Greek salad. The weight of the grape almost knocks you over, but you can tell she’s waiting for you to eat in her presence. You hesitantly do: the grape squirts in your face when you first dig your face into it. This causes her to giggle and shake her hand slightly. You only eat half of each. She immediately grabs the rest of the grape and cheese and plop it into her mouth. You wince as she chews something about the size of your head like it wasn’t a thing.

After you’re done, she places you back into the cup of her bra in her suitcase and zips it back up.

“Enjoy the flight, and I’ll see you in a few hours,” she calls as she zips it up. You hear her get up and walk to her flight, trapped amidst the folds of her clothes.