Not A Toy 093

Jenna was unhappy.

She had been shrunk out of her clothes, abducted, tossed about inside a purse, and was now at the mercy of this redheaded scientist - a scientist who had just provided a humiliating bit of doll's attire in place of actual clothes for her.

'At the mercy of' was right. Jenna felt she was quickly running out of options. She clung to her pride and stubbornness as a way of asserting herself, and to try and shield her mind from the fact that she was less than twelve inches tall. What had amplified that as well, was her state of undress. Maisie's attire had the good fortune to be reduced with her, and Sophie had the agency of a normal sized human. Whereas Jenna was left in naught but a bra and underwear, and this was coupled with the new information that she was the shortest woman of the trio - which chipped at her mental state further.

She had hoped that the reveal of the outfit would outrage Maisie as well, however the young woman didn't share Jenna's disdain and was even trying to conceal a quiet amusement. The teacher admitted to herself that she had been rather bossy and dismissive where the graduate was concerned, but had the twenty-three-year-old forgotten that they had been shrunk and chased by this Sophie Shaw woman? The youth had a very short memory it seemed. This scientist had given them very little reason to trust her, and as far as the teacher was concerned, this new outfit was just further proof of that.

Ugh. Jenna's mind was a mess.

Her eyes travelled down to the stiff garment that awaited her decision. She could kick up more of a fuss, act angrier, and maybe Sophie would relent, but with Maisie not seeming as bothered - that felt like a more isolated path, and one that wouldn't likely have the result she wanted. She didn't doubt the scientist when she said that the teacher's state of undress mattered little to her, why would it?

If Jenna wore the dress, she was essentially reinforcing the status quo - that Sophie was in charge, and what was more, the outfit would only serve to reinforce that. Jenna did not relish the thought of wearing such a childish and doll-like attire. Plus, she didn't want to give Sophie the satisfaction.

However, if she refused then she was left in her current state, and while she would have denied that satisfaction to her tormentor, what was the prize for doing so? To continue being the only one without clothes among the three? What was more, if she didn't take Sophie's offer, it could damage the 'relationship' moving forward. She would hate for Maisie to be the first one to have her size restored simply because of 'good behaviour'. Jenna swore to herself, she hated the way this situation was forcing her to think.

"Well, Jenna?" It was Sophie's voice.

"I'm thinking!" Came the teacher's terse reply.

Sophie grinned at the sight; this was a fascinating thing to observe. Was it cruel? Arguably yes. Did it allow Sophie to document how a shrunken person reacts to unfortunate realities of their diminished size? Undoubtedly. As well, it allowed Sophie to observe the younger woman too...

Maisie knew she shouldn't laugh, but it was difficult not to. She was just glad her own attire had shrunk with her; it didn't look like a particularly comfy bit of clothing that had been laid out. Of course, a thought did come to her - surely Sophie wouldn't ask Maisie to wear something similar. No, the redhead was a scientist - not someone who delighted in bizarre cruelty for the fun of it.

At least, that was what Maisie told herself...

Jenna groaned loudly. She realized that no matter what choice she made, Sophie came out on top! In which case, the teacher retreated to logic to make her choice - she knew that she didn't want to be wearing just her underwear anymore, and she had in front of her a way to rectify that. Besides, if it was too ridiculous, she could just take it off...

With another emphatic groan, the tiny teacher resigned herself to her choice. She padded towards the garment and just before she knelt down, she looked back at the pair with anger in her eyes.

"Give me some space." She said firmly.

The next few moments seemed to last hours, as Jenna stepped into the garment and dragged it across her form. It was designed to look pretty on dolls, and so the comfort of the fabric against human skin wasn't a consideration of its design. It was stiff, awkward, and Jenna had to squirm, bend and force the dress onto her body.

All the while, she shot daggers in the direction of her oversized captor...