Not A Toy 089

Sophie had been awhile.

In that time, a silence laid itself upon the two women. Jenna huddled her body close, her awkward state of undress inching to the forefront of her mind with each moment. Her frustration, indignation, and pride threatened to overwhelm her, yet she remembered the conversation with her equally tiny companion. Now wasn't the time to make any bold plans for escape. Regardless of how little she wanted to admit it, this Sophie Shaw character held all the power in their dynamic for now. The little teacher took a deep breath and tried to calm herself.

Maisie, for her part, was managing her nerves and pride better than the older woman. Part of that was to do with the fact that she remained in the same clothes she wore when she left her apartment this afternoon. It was one thing to have shrunk herself in the chaos of earlier, but another to literally dwindle from your attire until you're in nothing but your underwear. The tiny graduate eased onto the seemingly giant notebook, her head rocking back, eyes peering out the window that sat above them. One thing she noticed was that she seemed more aware of scents, which wasn't an entirely pleasant experience. Was that because she was closer to the surfaces of so many objects?

It was Jenna who shook the younger woman from her reverie. "Aren't you parents going to be wondering where you are?"

Maisie scoffed. "Do I look twelve years old to you? I have my own place. Isn't your husband going to be looking for you?" It was a pointed and punitive jab.

Jenna's brow furrowed. "I live alone." She pondered that. "And you...?"

Maisie's eyes were still on the night sky above her. "Alone too. You know..." The tiny graduate smirked. "I had tentative plans to meet up with a guy tomorrow for lunch. I wasn't actually that keen. This does solve that problem..."

A tiny smirk flashed on Jenna's face for a brief moment. "I suppose this is a good reason to have ghosted someone."

Maisie snickered at that, realizing it had been the first time since this insanity started that she had laughed.

The two were yanked from their quietude by the sound of a door opening, then footsteps, they drained away for a moment, then seemed to return.

At last, Sophie reappeared. No longer in the outfit the dwindled pair had come to recognize her in, but in a very comfy looking sleepshirt, and now with a glass of wine in hand.

"How are my two guests? Sorry to keep you waiting." Came her voice, her tone betraying a lack of sincerity.

Jenna was the first to stand and face the giant scientist. "Captives. Not guests..." The tiny teacher said as the woman approached.

Both Sophie and Jenna were unaccustomed to the fact that a conversation across a room at their disparate sizes was not tenable. 

"What did you say?" Sophie asked genuinely as she came to stand by the desk.

Both women watched in shock as Sophie approached them. It had been one thing to be sitting on a notebook or pen, but they had quickly forgotten just how small they really were. The size and speed of Sophie was tremendous. Both of them remembered how it was to be gripped in her palm like toys - a terrifying memory.

"Don't worry about it." Jenna replied as she looked up at the towering woman, realizing her little voice hadn't carried to Sophie's ears.

"I won't." Sophie said, setting down her glass of wine on the desk as she dragged her chair to sit before the tiny women.

"Glad to see you're looking so relaxed." Jenna said with a heavy coating of sarcasm.

The scientist's eyes darted to the wine and smiled faintly. "Oh yes, I hope you don't mind. It's been a day." Sophie didn't wait for a response. "I'd offer you some but well... you'd need a thimbul or perhaps..."

"Yes, I get it." Came Jenna's flat reply. The teacher's mind had many things to say to the idea that the day had been most stressful for the scientist of the three of them.

Sophie continued. "Although, a dropper might suffice, perhaps into a petri dish? Although I imagine some might find that demeaning. This does make me wonder actually, how alcohol would affect your bodies after the scaling process..."

Jenna groaned. "I said, I get it! And you're not getting us drunk!"

Sophie realized she had gotten carried away, but that was a common occurrence for her. "Oh, drunk? Yes, I suppose that wouldn't be desirable."

Maisie was only half listening to their exchange. The tiny graduate padded on her bare feet towards the glass of wine that Sophie had set down. "Uh no, I'm quite the lightweight at 5'1 so... none for me..."

Jenna rolled her eyes at her companion, yet Maisie was unaware, taken in as she was by another reminder of just how small they had become. This glass of wine stood taller than her! In fact, she'd probably have to go onto her toes to actually reach the lip of the glass!

The teacher tried to ignore the enormous size difference between her and her captor. "So, you've made yourself very comfortable. Where are my clothes?"

Sophie took in the sight of the half-naked woman. It was impressive how much attitude she was able to muster despite her predicament. That attitude could be a boon in certain circumstances, but it could slow down Sophie's own plans to research their shrunken conditions and gather data.

"Well?" Jenna asked again.

Sophie wasn't intimidated, of course. "You didn't forget already, did you?" The tiny teacher looked incensed at the condescending tone of the scientist. "First I take both your heights, then we get you dressed."

Jenna groaned through gritted teeth. She knew she didn't have any recourse here. "Fine! Get on with it." She said, resigned.

The scientist looked pleased. "Good. Maisie, come here and we can begin." Her tone firmer than expected. Maisie's head turned to the older women, annoyed that this was another time she'd be the shortest girl in the room.