You slowly wake up, it's pitch black in your room and you feel odd. Your bed feels softer and more comfortable than it's ever been. How late was it? You look over at the blue glowing numbers and... "Oh SHIT!" You bolt up and throw your blanket, really just a napkin, off as you realize what time it was. "10:30... dammit, I missed my meet up with that Natasha girl." 10 thousand dollars down the drain, she probably wasn't going to meet up with you now.
You sit up and try to compose yourself. You didn't remember falling asleep in your evening dress and holding your purse last night but that was convenient for you. You pulled your phone out and dialed the number, maybe she was still awake? Maybe you could talk her into giving you another chance? It was worth a shot at least. You can't believe you took a nap and missed the meeting!
BBBBBBZZZZZT! BBBBBBZZZZT!!! "Huh?" The loud sound of a norm phone ringing nearby caught your attention. "That's odd..." Why would a norm phone be in your bedroom? And ringing at the same time you were trying to call Natasha at that? That's when you felt like your bed was moving underneath you somehow. "Hello?" The loud voice of a norm woman came from your phone and around you... and you turned your head towards the sound.
A woman was holding her phone up to her ear and you could see her by the light of the phone's face. You were sitting on her stomach you think, and her other arm was braced against you. She was gorgeous, but you had never seen her before in your life. "He... hello? Is this... Natasha?" You asked awkwardly. 'What the hell...?'
The woman then looked down at you, and you didn't know what to make of it. You had gone to bed early so you would be ready to, let's face it, whore yourself out for rent money, then woken up in... wherever you both were, lying on top of the woman you were going to sell your body to. Had this Natasha woman kidnapped you from your apartment? Was she that desperate?
"Susanne!" You turn and run but yelp in fear as she reaches over and grabs you. Her soft and gentle hand wraps around you despite you trying to run away, that was hopeless but you had to try. "I'm so glad you're okay!" Natasha drops the phone and reaches over, turning on a lamp. That's when you can see around you and you're definitely not in your apartment anymore.
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Natasha watches as you look around, it was hard for a Norm to see the expressions of a Tiny but Natasha could see the confused look on your face. "Um... I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage Miss. Have we met?" You ask. "Have we...?" Natasha looks at you and bites her lip, she's trying to hold back tears. "We've known each other for almost a couple weeks now."
Natasha didn't know what was going on, but you were acting like you'd never known her. She laid you down back on your stomach and you sat up. The awkward silence stretches for an excruciating minute before she spoke. "You... you were born a Shrink. You never dated a Norm before me." Natasha said. "You never had any relationships with any other Shrinks that got past the bedroom." Natasha started rattling off every fact she could about you.
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Now this was freaky. "How...? How do you know that?" You could have asked more gently but you were too shocked. You didn't know her from Adam and now she was saying things about you nobody should know. "BECAUSE YOU TOLD ME!!!" Natasha shouted in frustration so loud it hurt your ears. "Oh... I'm sorry..." Natasha whispered. "You told me all of this, while we were at the restaurant. And some other stuff before while we chatted when I paid you to well... have sex with me."
That was some good news, you'd already done what she paid you to do. Something made you flinch at the thought of the word restaurant though. "I... told you...?" You said unbelieving, but it all was adding up. She was telling you things no Norm would be able to find out. "God, what kind of bender was I on?" You ask yourself. You try to get to your feet but you can't bend your leg. You look down and see your left leg wrapped tightly in tissues with toothpicks functioning as a splint. "Yeah don't stand up. She broke your leg when she..." Natasha's eyes were glistening with tears.
You felt a stab of fear. "Who?" You asked. Natasha didn't answer and started sobbing. "I'm sorry I'm so sorry! It's all my fault!" She barely could speak through the tears flowing from her eyes. "Natasha!" You yell sharply and she tries to hold it in. "It's okay. Just tell me: What happened?" Natasha takes a moment and takes a few deep breaths.
Finally, Natasha spoke. "We went to a nice upscale restaurant on a date. Then I had to go to the bathroom and I put you in my purse and... and... oh god I never should have left you alone!" Natasha was starting to sob again and you let her. "Natasha." You said gently as it tapered off. "Continue."
"Well while I was gone this Norm woman came along and she found you and... " She began then stopped. "And then she what?" You ask but Natasha doesn't answer. "She what?" You asked again. "I said she..." Natasha's mouth closed. "She what? Natasha, tell me." Natasha looks at you. "I did tell you. The woman a..." Natasha's mouth closed again.
"Susanne? Please, you're scaring me." Natasha said. "Not as much as you're scaring me." You respond. "I got an idea." Natasha grabs the phone and texts your number. You see the text pop up but... s̵̪͌h̷̦́e̷͈̿ ̵̻̎ȧ̷̬t̶̫̉e̶͍͂ ̵͎́y̶͖͝ò̶͈ù̵̧ "Why is it all blurry?" You wonder. Another text pops up, ̵̻̎ȧ̷̬t̶̫̉e̶͍͂ ̵͎́y̶͖͝ò̶͈ù̵̧ and then another, Ț̶̈h̷̞͐e̷̯̋ ̸̱̒w̸̫̑o̷̗̾ḿ̸̮a̵̳͆n̸̼̄ ̵͔̑a̴̦̍t̸̖̄ḙ̷̚ ̸͈͊y̴̯͘o̸͓͛ů̸̢ and another Ț̶̈h̷̞͐e̷̯̋ ̸̱̒w̸̫̑o̷̗̾ḿ̸̮a̵̳͆n̸̼̄ ̵͔̑a̴̦̍t̸̖̄ḙ̷̚ ̸͈͊y̴̯͘o̸͓͛ů̸̢. They looked weird, some odd text you couldn't read.
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Not matter how many times Natasha told you what had happened, you acted like you didn't hear her. Texting didn't work either, and now... Natasha didn't know what was going on, but at least you weren't screaming and shivering right? That was better right? Right? "Well um... I guess I should go home?" You ask. "If... if that's what you want, I'll take you back to your apartment right now." Natasha didn't want to make you think you were being held captive or anything. "Or you can stay with me."