The Liliputian Beauty Salon and Spa was bigger than a normal salon. Most salons were a simple one or two room shop that could accommodate about five-ten people at a time. This beauty salon was two stories high, and was at least three times the size of a normal beauty salon.

Obviously this it was, since this was no ordinary beauty salon. Ordinary beauty salons weren't known across the entire country, and normal beauty salons didn't make their owner filthy rich.

Through the double doors, into the ornate hallway, there was a billboard. It had all the basic services that would make up a salon, such as facials, massages, and hair-styling, and it offered normal if a little high-end rates for them. Yet at the bottom there was a curious bit of writing that set apart this beauty salon as unique.

"THE GULLIVER TREATMENT. REFRESH YOUR BODY AND SOUL WITH OUR FULL-BODY, ALL-DAY MAKEOVER. WEEKDAYS FROM 8-6. RATES START AT $2000..." the billboard read. At first, the rates seemed outrageous, but the general consensus was that is was all worth. Naturally though, only the exceptionally wealthy could afford to spend money on such a thing.

Inside the salon, there was a young woman running the cash register in the store section of the salon. She had just finished ringing up a customer, and she took a seat behind the desk and sighed.

She flipped through a magazine; there hadn't been many appointments today. As a typical salon, they weren't really that good, but they attracted revenue because of their special and only unique feature. There was really nothing like it in the world, even if she hadn't experienced it herself.

She wished she had the money, but if she actually had money, she wouldn't be stuck working as a clerk in this salon anyway. Her twenty-fourth birthday was coming up soon, and she had hoped to treat herself to it, but she still couldn't afford it.

She wasn't like the girls who went and got that treatment anyway. They ranged from rich, beautiful debutantes to still rich, less beautiful but still elegant older women.

She wasn't ugly, in fact a lot of people considered her pretty, but she wasn't rich or elegant. Her white t-shirt underneath her red apron would give that away. Her flip-flops would give that away. Her medium-length brown hair that lacked any cosmetics would give that away.

"Hey, Tara!" a voice called from somewhere out of her field of vision.

A redheaded woman of around twenty-seven walked up to Tara, placing a well-manicured hand on the desk.

"Need you to book an appointment for the treatment. It's a big one..."

"What do you mean, Kim? We get appointments for that all the time from rich people. How could this one be any more important than usual?" Tara asked, rolling her chair up to the computer and pulling up a schedule.

"It's more than just some run-of-the-mill rich woman. This time it's Jacqueline Lafont!" Kim said, almost excitedly. Tara raised an eyebrow as she began making adjustments.

"Jacqueline Lafont? Daughter of French Silicon Valley Software Tycoon, Jean Lafont. She's coming here for the treatment?" Tara asked. Kim nodded excitedly.

"I know. She's celebrating her twenty-second birthday on Saturday and wants to get the treatment to prepare for her celebration! Isn't it exciting? This could give us even more popularity!"

"I don't doubt that..." Tara said, looking a little uninterested. She pulled up a spreadsheet on her computer and looked, eyes narrowing slightly.

"Looks like numbers 3, 7, and 8 are all booked. Did she mention what number she wants?" Tara asked.

"No, she didn't seem to know about the different kinds and which "specialist" is a part of each one. I told her she could decide for herself tomorrow after we give her a quick breakdown. Just pencil her in for eight tomorrow... we won't get anymore appointments for the Gulliver Treatment today anyway..." Kim explained.

Tara finished her prepartions, and closed the window.

"Alright, she's in..."

****

A tall young woman stood outside the front doors to the Liliputian Beauty Salon and Spa, talking on her phone. She eyed the building with disdain, like it was beneath her, though she still was going to go in anyway.

Her name was Jacqueline Lafont.

She hung up her cell phone and sighed. She had heard rumors about this place, how its "Gulliver Treatment" as it was called made you feel like a goddess when you were done. However, that wasn't the only rumor she had heard. She had heard that the staff were miniature humans who tended to your every need, though she had shrugged off the thought as ridiculous. Nevertheless, the treatment did take all day, so she had arrived at the salon in the wee hours of the morning.

Still, even though it was early, she looked like a wealthy debutante that was going somewhere a little casual. She was dressed in an expensive cashmere sweater along with the expensive pants and heels. A velvet hat sat atop of her head.

All in all, she was almost six feet tall with a very long body and legs. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a prim ponytail that emerged from her hat and flowed down her back, while her pretty face was marred by the air of snobbery that she gave off.

She sighed softly and walked through the double doors, setting eyes upon a young woman around her age at the front desk. The sound of running water, snipping scissors, and women chatting could be heard in the main room to her right.

"Yes, can I help you?" the young woman, who happened to be Tara, asked.

"Yes. I am Jacqueline Lafont..." she said simply. She spoke English perfectly, with only a slight hint of a French accent in her speech. It was natural; she was born in the United States after all.

Tara's eyes lit up with understanding.

"Oh, yes, yes, of course. We've been expecting you; it is really such an honor. I have you penciled in for an eight o'clock appointment. You are here for our famous Gulliver Treatment?"

"That is correct..." Jacqueline responded.

"Okay, we shall arrange it immediately. Follow me..." Tara said, as she gathered up a few papers and her clipboard and walked towards the right into the main room.

"I don't see anything that would indicate a full-body treatment here.." Jacqueline commented, as she followed Tara into the main room. Tara hummed appreciatively.

"Did you notice that this building has two stories to it?" she asked rhetorically. Jacqueline nodded, but kept following her anyway.

"The first floor is where our store and regular salon facilities are located. The second floor holds the office of both the general manager and owner, and it is where the Gulliver Treatments take place, away from the noise and distractions of the first floor. My job is to inform you about the nuances of the Gulliver Treatment, though I myself do not know what goes on up there..."

"I see..."

Tara led them back to a grubby looking door at the end of the room, past a woman who was getting her hair washed. Tara led the heiress up the poorly lit staircase towards another grubby looking door at the top.

She opened the door and gestured immediately toward the right. Unlike the first floor, which was stock with people and decoration, the area they were in now was a stock grey hallway that was also poorly lit. Tara opened the first door on the right and gestured to it.

Beyond the first door, there were six pairs of identical doors leading to different rooms, until the hallway forked to the left around thirty feet away. That must've been where the general manager and owner had their offices.

The room they just entered had a grey desk and a few charts on the wall that Jacqueline didn't understand. They were all caricatures of a woman's body, with certain areas highlighted, and interestingly enough, they were all numbered one-twelve.

Tara sat down at the opposite end of the desk and put one sheet of paper and a pen in front of Jacqueline.

"This is the medical waiver. Basically, it states that Liliputian Beauty Salon and Spa is not responsible for any medical issues that may occur during the treatment. It is also an agreement that tells you that this treatment involves an exposure of privacy that you must agree to before we go further. Give it a quick glance over... and we will work out the cost after you are finished." Tara explained.

"I already expected something like this to occur, so it is of no consequence..." Jacqueline said, skimming the waiver and jotting down her name quickly in the signature box. She handed it to Tara, who filed it away immediately.

"Now, let's move onto different matters, our setup. We have a reputation for the Gulliver Treatment, but the fact of the matter is they should technically be called the Gulliver Treatments..." Tara explained. Jacqueline looked confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you see those charts along the wall? Currently we have twelve specialists within our employment that administer the treatment, and each one has certain... ahem, "traits" that allow them to specialize in different areas. This is still a full-body beauty treatment, but to put things more accurately there are twelve different treatments, each of them with differences. For example, Treatment #2 will still give you the standard treatment that all of the Gulliver Treatments require, but Specialist #2 is a masseur, and will spend more time and energy to give you a better massage, which compared to Specialist #6, who was a hairstylist downstairs before being "promoted"..."

"So that means I get a "bonus" out of which treatment I pick, so to speak..."

"That's one way to look at it. Each of the twelve specialists has the ability to perform the minimum requirements of the Gulliver Treatment, but their true specialties promise a little extra..."

She set out the other papers on the desk, and they were each charts identical to the ones on the way.

"These charts explain each treatment in detail. Feel free to look through them at your own leisure..." Tara said. Jacqueline nodded and looked through them. They all explained what the core of the Gulliver Treatment was, and the "bonus" that came with them.

"However, I should point out the Specialists 3, 7, and 8 are all booked for the day, so you'll have to choose from the other nine..." Tara explained, but Jacqueline was already interested in one.

"Hmm, this one looks interesting..." she noted, holding up the piece of paper to Tara, who smiled.

"Ah, you have good taste. Treatment #5 is our most renowned treatment. Specialist #5 is our most dedicated employee, but Treatment #5 does not have specialty, per say. Treatment #5 devotes extra time and attention to every area of your body. It is known as the "Goddess Treatment" around here. However, Treatment #5 is our most expensive treatment, and it also takes two hours longer to complete. Are you sure you want to choose this one?" Tara asked.

"I'm positive. I would like a beauty treatment everywhere so I can prepare for tomorrow. May we begin immediately?" Jacqueline asked.

"Of course, I will go inform Specialist #5. Meanwhile, you are assigned to Room #5, which is the third door from the left coming in. You will find that a bathrobe has already been prepared for you. Please change into it. Specialist #5 will be with you in a few minutes to breakdown how this twelve-hour session will work..." Tara explained.

"I understand..."

"It's a pleasure having your business..." Tara said, shaking Jacqueline's hand. Jacqueline smiled slightly before walking out into the hallway and to the right. She halted before Door #5, tentatively reaching out and turning the handle.

She was pleasantly surprised. This was more like the first floor. The floor was tiled, there was actual floral wallpaper, and there was a comfy, adjustable chair in the center, where she was apparently supposed to sit. There was a nightstand close to it, which held a vase and few magazines.

There was a closet over to the side; it probably held supplies for the treatment. On the doorknob though there was a simple, white bathrobe that seemed to be about her size.

She took off her hat and clothes and slipped into the white robe, sighing as she took a seat in the adjustable chair and grabbed a magazine.

She hoped she would be able to begin the treatment soon...

As Jacqueline flipped through her magazine, she took a glance at her watch. It was now 7:59, which meant that her treatment should begin in exactly one minute. Yet, the specialist had not arrived yet.

She turned a page on her magazine, hoisted a long leg over her other knee, dangling her slipper in boredom as she read. The room hummed with silence before Jacqueline turned her attention to a red light in the center of the ceiling, which was currently turned off.

She jumped in fright as the normal lights turned off for a split-second, and the large red light on the ceiling flashed on, bathing the room in a deep red light.

She put down the magazine and stared in confusion.

Tara walked down the hallway past a few rooms, and rounded the corner. The owner's office and general manager's office were off to the right, but she took the path to the left, walking down towards a room at the very end of the hall.

There was a label named "Gulliver 12 Lounge", but the paint was beginning to fade from the door. She had never actually been in there; the door was locked at all times, though she heard from her boss that the specialists always arrived early to work and did not like to be disturbed. There was a rumor flying around that the specialists were in actuality tiny humans, but that was ridiculous.

"Good morning, everybody. We have another day of Gulliver Treatments ahead of us, but we only have four appointments today. Numbers 3, 7, and 8, please reports to your stations. Also, we have a very special guest today. Miss Jacqueline Lafont has decided to join us today to receive the treatment, and she has requested an appointment with you Number 5. Please be extra considerate around her. That is all..."

She turned around without another word. She didn't need to wait for a response. She did this almost everyday, and they never responded. Ever. But they always seemed to get their work done.

Honestly, Tara didn't like hanging out up here. It gave her the creeps. As soon as she could, she would always head back down to the first floor and resume her regular job.

If she remained there for just a few seconds longer, she could've heard noises coming from inside the room...

Back in the room, Jacqueline was getting impatient, and a little nervous with regards to the whole red light thing. She reclined back on the chair, forcing herself to take a few deep breaths.

Her eyes snapped open. She could hear something in the room.

It was just a tiny little peep.

"Miss Lafont?"

She could clearly hear her name being called.

"Miss Lafont!"

It was louder this time, and it snapped her out of her stupor.

"Hello?" she asked in a polite, dignified voice. "Who is there?" She couldn't see anyone around the room, and the voice didn't sound like it was coming from a speaker. It sounded like it was right there with her.

"Down here, Miss Lafont!"

Jacqueline turned her head down to the ground instantly, and wondered why she was staring at the carpet. It was just an ordinary carpet; she wouldn't find anything down there, especially not the person who was talking to...

"Oh my God..." she said in barely a whisper. There on the carpet, was a little speck. It couldn't have been more than a quarter-inch tall, and was possibly even less. It attracted her attention because she could clearly see a tiny creature waving what seemed to be its arms at her.

The girl tilted forward and plucked the tiny being from the floor with two fingers. She could clearly see it flinch as she grabbed it rather roughly, hoisting it up to her face.

She peered at it with one eyeball, and what she saw shocked her. It was an incredibly tiny person she could see. It seemed to have all the characteristics of a human male, except of course shrunk down to a smaller scale. It was staring at her tentatively.

She could only utter out one thing.

"What are you?"

The tiny creature, which seemed to be frightened at her behavior, put on a cheery smile and bowed to her. She could tell that it was wearing a clean white apron and some gloves.

"Goof morning, Miss Lafont. My name is Anthony, and I shall be your specialist today for your Gulliver Treatment..." he greeted. Jacqueline's eyes widened.

"Wait, so you mean all those rumors about being tended to by tiny people are all true?" she asked.

"That is correct, Miss. Though, to be more accurate, you will not be attended to by more than one of us. I am your sole specialist today, and I alone shall be tending to you for the next twelve hours..." Anthony bowed again.

Jacqueline lifted up her other hand and deposited Anthony in its palm. This was getting really weird to her, but at the same time she was intrigued by the prospect. A small thing like this could make for one hell of a treatment, and she could imagine all the limitations of a human worker could be erased.

"So. what exactly are you going to be doing?" she asked.

The tiny thing rubbed its forehead within the palm of its hand.

"Well, I'm required to go through a mandatory briefing for every one of my clients, so I suppose it's good that you asked. Before I go any further, you signed the waiver agreeing that this treatment is a breach of ordinary privacy, correct?"

Jacqueline nodded. That was truly no issue, considering she had expected that from the getgo.

"Okay, in order to complete the treatment, it is mandatory that I have access to every square inch of your body if necessary. Since you signed the waiver, that should be no problem, so I will go over the actual treatment now. Miss Lafont, please direct your attention to that poster on the wall..." he pointed to the opposite end.

Jacqueline turned her attention from the little imp and stared at the wall, where there was a chart similar to the other ones throughout the spa. This one was a poster of a human body, divided into four sections.

"This treatment is divided into four sections, each one roughly three hours with breaks in between. Allow me to go over each one. Section one..." Jacqueline's eyes panned to the bottom, which was of the diagram's feet.

"The feet. Section one will focus solely on your feet. It consists of a thorough foot massage and pedicure, followed by a suitable washing. Section two..."

Her eyes panned up to the legs on the diagram.

"The legs. This section consists of a leg massage and a leg shaving."

Jacqueline wasn't bothered by that. She really wasn't all that modest, and someone snooping around down there was just part of the treatment. She let him go on. This was invasive of privacy, but the end result would likely be worth it.

"The torso. This section includes a back and stomach massage and a manicure. I will also delve into your navel for a thorough cleaning of that... The fourth and final section..."

This time Jacqueline's eyes panned up to the head of the diagram.

"The head. This section includes me washing your hair as a starter, and crimping your eyelashes. The other part of this section involves extensive cleaning. I will enter your nose to clean, and after that I will enter your mouth to clean your teeth and tongue, before this section is wrapped up with a thorough ear cleaning..." Anthony explained.

"And that is the Gulliver Treatment in full. Do you have any questions?"

Jacqueline mulled over the things she was told. It really was enough to make her head spin as she thought about what would be going on during her treatment. The tiny creature, who seemed to be smaller than even her fingernail was able to get all of that done in just twelve hours? And the fact that it would be crawling around in a lot of places...

Well, that part of it didn't bother her so much; she was still incredibly amazed at the sheer size of the creature. It was so tiny, and just moving her hand around almost seemed too much for the tiny passenger.

"Very well. I believe I understand the extent of the Gulliver Treatment. I have no questions with regards to what you will be doing. You may begin when ready..." Jacqueline explained.

To her surprise, the tiny creature leaped off the palm of her hand like a flea, and also landed on the ground without any noticeable harm from her perspective. She didn't know how it did that. That leaping ability was incredible, far beyond the jumping ability of a human, at least proportionally.

She could still see it from her perspective, and she watched as the imp pulled out a tiny remote control proportional to the rest of its body. It pressed something on the remote, and she went rigid when she noticed the comfy chair beginning to tilt backwards.

"M-My word..."

The chair tilted completely back as she laid down like she was going to sleep, placing her head on the headrest. Because of her tall frame, her bare feet hung over the edge of the chair, but this position would definitely make the tiny gnome's job easier.

"My name is Anthony, but it's not like anyone would care about that..." Anthony whispered to himself on the carpet far below the perspective of giant's. He could tell by this girl's gaze already that she wasn't regarding him as a human.

He was a human, they were all human, but they were used to being treated like a bug or a smurf or something.

He was a human just at an impossibly small size, as well as some other biological benefits that helped him survive at such a tiny size. He had demonstrated his leaping ability just a couple minutes ago, and it was clear that Miss Lafont was intrigued by him.

"Dammit, why do I always get the pretty ones?" he asked himself. He would have to remain steadfast while he was working and stay focused on his job, but he was only nineteen years old, still a teenager and with the mind of a teenager.

He did always get the pretty ones, but never like this. What was with this girl? Anthony could already tell that she was on a whole other level than his usual clients.

To be more precise, Jacqueline Lafont was undoubtedly, unquestionably, unrealistically beautiful. One-hundred percent drop dead gorgeous. Just being in the palm of her head...

A light blush rose to the boy's face, and he shook his head vigorously. He was usually pretty hardy; he didn't so easily flustered by his clients, even if the majority of them were beautiful women.

"Stay focused. The sooner I do this, the sooner I can head back to the lounge..."

Anthony looked high above, to the giant chair that was practically the sky to him. Jacqueline's colossal feet were dangling over the chair, and each one of the toes looked like it could crush him into paste.

The carpet down below was practically a landscape to him, but he could navigate it easily. He had brought a cleaning rack and a backpack filled with supplies that he would need for the job.

He was dressed in a visible orange jumpsuit, and on his face was a mining helmet and a facemask for the more difficult parts of the job. These protective elements would prevent any complications during the treatment.

In the backpack and the rack he had wheeled over with him were his tools. He had gauze, nail polish and a giant brush, and a machete that was giant by his standards.

He also had another brush, a canister of mouthwash, and a giant scoop. He would prepare a large tub of water and soap for the later portions during the break.

He pulled two rubber gloves from the cleaning rack and slipped them on, with an air of finality. The giantess loomed in front of him, resting herself on the chair in preparation for the treatment.

It was time to begin.