Special Ottoman Dollhouse
She plops you next to a large dollhouse: two or three stories you reckon at your size yet only going up to her waist. It stands in the living room next to her couch. You stand there, seeing the house makes it settle on you that this is your new home (for as long as she wants to keep you alive). This immobilizes you.
“Go on in,” she bellows from above, prodding you gently with her big toe. Even this “gentle” kick knocks you over, however. You quickly rush up the few stairs to the house and go inside. Outside, you hear a loud despite being somewhat padded whoosh as she sits down on the couch next to you, blowing a gush of wind against the house.
The first floor contains an entrance hallway, a living room with a plastic couch facing a giant screen, and small kitchen area. The screen is some kind of mixture of a television and computer to allow you to watch TV and do stuff on the computer to pass the time, a common setup for tinies since they were about the size of norm’s smart phones and thus easy to make. Up the stairs is bathroom and a bedroom with a bit more comfy fabric bed. The smell makes you think it was an article of clothing of hers. On the wall of the bedroom is a giant plexiglass door leading to a courtyard.
“Come on up and join me,” Miss Becker calls, kicking the walls with her foot.
You know you don’t have much of a choice. The courtyard a small little deck with stairs leading up the patio on the roof where an attic might be. The patio was a large empty space with a cushion for the floor. You knew exactly what this was. They often designed doll houses to function as Ottomans at the top, so norms could recline with their feet on it and receive a foot rub from their tinies. This was why she had it in front of her couch.
“Heads up!” she announces as she plops her feet onto it. You jump out of the way just in time as her right heel lands where you are. “Welcome to your house. I have two rules: never leave without my permission and whenever I put my feet up here, that’s a sign that you must give me a foot massage.”
You grimace at the large, stinky feet in front of you.
“Understand?” she checks, as she swings her right foot over to you expectantly, wiggling in your face. She then grabs her remote and peruses television.
What do you do?
“Go on in,” she bellows from above, prodding you gently with her big toe. Even this “gentle” kick knocks you over, however. You quickly rush up the few stairs to the house and go inside. Outside, you hear a loud despite being somewhat padded whoosh as she sits down on the couch next to you, blowing a gush of wind against the house.
The first floor contains an entrance hallway, a living room with a plastic couch facing a giant screen, and small kitchen area. The screen is some kind of mixture of a television and computer to allow you to watch TV and do stuff on the computer to pass the time, a common setup for tinies since they were about the size of norm’s smart phones and thus easy to make. Up the stairs is bathroom and a bedroom with a bit more comfy fabric bed. The smell makes you think it was an article of clothing of hers. On the wall of the bedroom is a giant plexiglass door leading to a courtyard.
“Come on up and join me,” Miss Becker calls, kicking the walls with her foot.
You know you don’t have much of a choice. The courtyard a small little deck with stairs leading up the patio on the roof where an attic might be. The patio was a large empty space with a cushion for the floor. You knew exactly what this was. They often designed doll houses to function as Ottomans at the top, so norms could recline with their feet on it and receive a foot rub from their tinies. This was why she had it in front of her couch.
“Heads up!” she announces as she plops her feet onto it. You jump out of the way just in time as her right heel lands where you are. “Welcome to your house. I have two rules: never leave without my permission and whenever I put my feet up here, that’s a sign that you must give me a foot massage.”
You grimace at the large, stinky feet in front of you.
“Understand?” she checks, as she swings her right foot over to you expectantly, wiggling in your face. She then grabs her remote and peruses television.
What do you do?
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June 3, 2023
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