Not A Toy 103

Jenna and Maisie were more than a little perplexed.

The enormous shoebox in front of them was another reminder of their reduced size, every time an everyday object came before them, they had to relive the same embarrassing epiphany. Sophie withdrew her hand and the two girls approached what the giantess had dubbed their bedroom.

"You want us to sleep in that?" Jenna asked, unimpressed.

She stepped forward, Maisie in tow - listening to the teacher's ever-present disdain - which kept her distracted from Sophie's hand which circled behind the pair. Like a silent hunter, she saw her moment and pounced.

Maisie felt something warm, enormous and firm ensnare her hips. It was a sensation she was familiar with at this point but hoped not to feel again.

"Hey!" Maisie cried, but before she could get another word out, the wooden surface of the desk rushed away from her as Sophie effortlessly lifted her into the air. 

The scientist once again noted how significant the reduction of their weight had been. Lifting the woman was as simple as picking up a doll - the squirming of her body, the muscles shifting and tensing pulsed against her thumb and index finger - entirely unlike the response of a doll.

The anger from the graduate caught Jenna's attention, twisting to see her shrunken companion rising above her.

"Stop! Put me down!" Maisie said, her arms flailing to find some kind of purchase on Sophie's skin.

"Oh you should be used to this by now." Sophie said condescendingly.

"What the hell!" Jenna said, her tone a mix of fear for Maisie and fear for herself.

"Its bedtime, remember?" Came the redhead's reasoning.

Maisie continued squirming and watched the shoebox expand beneath her. She groaned dramatically, the feeling of being snatched up and moved so easily did nothing for her psyche. Somehow being dressed as she was and handled like this compounded the insanity of it all.

"Let go!" The graduate's indignation thick.

"There." She said firmly, dropping Maisie inside the shoebox. 

Sophie didn't miss a beat and turned towards Jenna, she retreated a few steps and help up her hands defensively. "Don't even think about it."

"Would you grow up? The walls are a little high for you."

"Don't!" Jenna said, Sophie reckoned her defiance might have been more intimidating if she wasn't dressed as she was.

Inside the box, Maisie collected herself. She could hear Jenna's useless attempts at confronting the enormous woman. The musty smell of this old shoebox affronted her senses as she picked herself off the floor. Her anger and frustration felt so impotent in the face of Sophie's size and strength. 

Recovering, she took in her surroundings, Maisie felt the term 'bedroom' was being used far too generously in this context...