Not A Toy 098

Jenna took note as Sophie stood, the redhead been erratic and terrifying earlier in the day - shrinking both of them further without their consent, stashing them in her bag then driving them both to who knows where. Then she was much less frantic once they were in this study, keener on her questions and research, but also coy when she had produced Jenna's outfit - but this was the first time that the scientist was edging into bossy or domineering. The teacher had to admit, if she was in Sophie's position, not assuming that stance over tiny people could be difficult to do. Jenna didn't like the comparison, but it was likely akin to how she felt around the children she looked after at work.

Eugh, the teacher shivered at the mental image. It was Sophie's firm voice that ripped her from her thoughts.

"Now, here's what's going to happen... I'm going to grab something to clean up this mess. Then, you're going to get cleaned up and..." The scientist sighed. "I'm going to have to find something for you to wear as well." She took a beat, exasperated. "Maisie. You really had to go off and wander didn't you."

"It wasn't my fault!" Maisie almost squealed, sounding more petulant than she intended.

The giant woman seemed to ignore the display, turning and leaving the room, yet she spoke over her shoulder once more. "Get out of all your clothes too. Can't have them on while you're getting cleaned up."

"What?! Hey!" Yet the enormous woman disappeared from the room, her footsteps drifting down the hall.

The tiny graduate was now alone with Sophie's request - was it even a request? Maisie looked down at her ruined, sopping clothes, the stench of the wine assaulting her nostrils still. The youngest of the trio had been wearing this all through her ordeal today, she had been lucky enough to not suffer Jenna's fate of shrinking out of her clothes, but now the clumsiness of Sophie meant that she was likely to suffer the same humiliating fate. She tried to puzzle her way out of this, there had to be a way she could retain her dignity! Her eyes darted to Jenna, the vibrant, pink, stiff material almost blaring at her. The truth was though, that Maisie couldn't remain in these wet clothes...

Jenna's eyes landed on the slightly taller brunette. The teacher remembered well the barely suppressed giggles and tittering from the younger woman while she had been forced to don her own ridiculous outfit. The eldest woman padded forward, watching Maisie try to solve the same awful puzzle she had struggled with earlier. "Well, whatever she outfit she brings - 'its better than no clothes', right?" The teacher repeated the same hollow comfort Maisie had offered.

Maisie groaned, running her hands through her hair before taking a deep breath and moving her hands to belt, unfastening it, tossing it aside and moving to her top. Embarrassment rose in her, she knew privacy in this setting was a pipe dream and so resigned to undress where she was. As she peeled the sopping clothes from her, she fought the sense that she was peeling dignity from herself.

Jenna watched from the corner of her eye, so fed up with this whole scenario that she was able to find some quiet, twisted pleasure in Maisie's discomfort. As the graduate revealed a yellow bra beneath her top - the patterned shirt seemed to have protected the undergarment from being totally ruined - Jenna couldn't help but prod. "Didn't you say we shouldn't do anything brash?" It was barely a question. "You seemed pretty feisty just now."

Maisie wasn't in the mood, casting her soaking top aside, it 'plopped' onto the wooden surface with added weight. "Shut up." 

Jenna's ego delighted in being right, and she saw this as vindication of her own attitude and disdain for the redhead. "I thought we didn't want to give someone a with a 'freaking shrink ray' reason to be mad at us?"

The younger woman was dragging her wet shorts down her stained thighs as she almost roared a more than irritated groan. "Shut up, Jenna!"

Maisie felt the cool air attack her now exposed flesh, embarrassment overwhelming her as she set her shorts aside. She remembered back to her apartment and getting dressed this afternoon, feeling her attire was a great choice for her job interview - she had known the place was a tad more casual in its approach to work clothes. Now she was throwing the garments aside, ruined by a wine glass that had spilled over her dwindled body. She took a breath, her last remaining items weren't as drenched as her outer layer, but they carried the pungent smell of wine. Maisie's anger grew, knowing that the smug Jenna was standing right behind her during this humiliating display...