Trapped in the dollhouse
The Women Are Shrinking!
chapter 6
by
copier
· original author:
inverseprime
Julia woke up from her snooze to find herself still in the dollhouse, with nothing changed. After doing a couple stretches, having passed out in an uncomfortable position, she got up and began to pace herself back and forth. She figured if she fell asleep it must have been several hours at least, since without a clock in the house there was no real way to actively tell. She also assumed that someone should've come in by now, lamenting that this is the one day her family (supposedly) didn't try to bother her all day.
Feeling restless, she decided to say screw it and go outside on her own, no matter the risk to her safety she just didn't want to be bored. However, reaching the door, she found it refused to open. No matter how hard she pulled and pushed the front door of her dollhouse, it wouldn't budge. Even ramming into it did nothing. She had no idea if she was too weak to get it open, if it was somehow locked, or it just could never be opened from the inside, but either way she soon realized, she was screwed.
"No no no no no" she said to herself as she started to panic. "HELP! MOM! SOMEBODY! I'M IN MY ROOM! IN THE DOLLHOUSE!" she uselessly cried as she attempted to get someone to hear her, now that she knows she's actually stuck. And of course, no one heard her and came to her rescue. She anxiously tripped on her slippers, pulling on the robe she still had on, slowly hyperventilating as her situation truly started to process in her.
Lying down on the floor, Julia looked up at the ceiling and thought that freaking out wasn't going to solve anything, it was only gonna make her feel worse. She took a few deeps breaths, before standing back up and brushing herself off. Taking in her environment again, once again admiring just how much the doll furniture looks and feels at her size, she figured if she truly going to be stuck in a dollhouse for god knows how long, she might as well act the part of a doll and try to make some kind of fun out of it. Anything to waste time.
What does Julia decide to do?
Feeling restless, she decided to say screw it and go outside on her own, no matter the risk to her safety she just didn't want to be bored. However, reaching the door, she found it refused to open. No matter how hard she pulled and pushed the front door of her dollhouse, it wouldn't budge. Even ramming into it did nothing. She had no idea if she was too weak to get it open, if it was somehow locked, or it just could never be opened from the inside, but either way she soon realized, she was screwed.
"No no no no no" she said to herself as she started to panic. "HELP! MOM! SOMEBODY! I'M IN MY ROOM! IN THE DOLLHOUSE!" she uselessly cried as she attempted to get someone to hear her, now that she knows she's actually stuck. And of course, no one heard her and came to her rescue. She anxiously tripped on her slippers, pulling on the robe she still had on, slowly hyperventilating as her situation truly started to process in her.
Lying down on the floor, Julia looked up at the ceiling and thought that freaking out wasn't going to solve anything, it was only gonna make her feel worse. She took a few deeps breaths, before standing back up and brushing herself off. Taking in her environment again, once again admiring just how much the doll furniture looks and feels at her size, she figured if she truly going to be stuck in a dollhouse for god knows how long, she might as well act the part of a doll and try to make some kind of fun out of it. Anything to waste time.
What does Julia decide to do?
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