Scott

 The rain fell gently, and if it hadn't been falling from the (very
large) foot of a (very large) woman, I probably would have enjoyed it.

 As it was, I tried to climb out of the slipper quickly--but I was
several feet below the top, and the foot was coming down rather quickly.

 At that moment, I lost my grip, and fell to the bottom of the
slipper.

* * *

Emma

 I love my bunny slippers.  Geri got them for me as a joke when I
turned 21--calling me "Baby Spice" and all and it was quite funny--but
they're really <i>quite</i> comfortable, especially right after you get
out of the shower.

 Unfortunately, it seemed I'd gotten a rock or something in my
slipper today.  I could feel it between my toes, and while it didn't hurt,
it was certainly annoying.

 Well, no time to worry about it--had to get ready.  We had a busy
day ahead of us.

* * *

Scott

 I pulled myself up onto the top of the woman's foot--a nice enough
foot, I suppose.

 Damned dangerous, though.

 I felt her skin shiver beneath me as I slowly crawled forward.  I
was slogging onward, though I really didn't know why.  I wanted to see
Sarah again, but I was beginning to wonder if that was possible.  I was
tired, and spent, and frankly, scared.

 Before that week, I had only been alone for eighteen hours of my
shrunken life.  Oh, sure, there were times when Sarah went somewhere
without me (although not as much as she probably should've), but she
always ensured my safety in advance.  I'd been fending for myself now for
too damn long.  And I didn't know what lay ahead.  Maybe I could free
myself--and then what?  Go where?  Do what?

 I would need help to find Sarah--and I didn't know that I could
trust a female pop band to help me.

 I was thinking these these things as the slipper was removed.  I
held on to the foot of the woman.

 Mistake.

* * *

Emma

 I pulled on my panty hose and examined myself in the mirror.  I
think I looked okay for the video shoot--I hoped so, anyhow.

 The only problem was that my foot itched.  Oh well, new pair of
nylons.  That's to be expected.

 The Mels shouted at me to get going.  We were late.  Oh well,
we're the Spice Girls.  We can do whatever we want.

* * *

Scott

 I'd only been in this position once, although Sarah said once I
should try it.  I don't know, having done it, it's not that fun.
 
 I was pretty well pinned, although I was making slow progress
upwards.  I had to hope that, eventually, I could free myself.

 And again, I was conscious that this was not an unattractive young
woman, with nice legs.  I slid up her legs slowly, always conscious of the
fact that I was becoming aroused.

 I didn't want to be aroused.

* * *

Geri

 We spent the morning rehearsing dance steps--I don't know why,
none of us can actually dance (except Mel, but she doesn't like to show us
up) so we just do stupid little moves that anyone can do if they really
want to.  But the choreographer thinks her work is so important, it's
ridiculous.

 At least we were at the studios for this one.  It was kind of
nice--Paramount let us use their back lot.  I think the video turned out
all right.  Poor Emma, though--she had an itch all day, and it just kept
getting worse as the day wore on.  I think she would have gone insane if
we had stayed too much longer, but we went off for lunch around one or so.

* * *

Scott

 It was a long, bad time for me.  No matter how nice the leg, it
doesn't feel good when it's doing dance moves and you're connected to its
shin.

 I was still moving upwards when we reached the commissary--I had
eaten prescious little this week, and the smell of food was almost
unbearable.

 It was at this moment when the woman made another attempt to
scratch her itch--me, specifically.  She started scratching all around me,
and I just hoped that she wouldn't connect.

 She didn't--but she did put just the tiniest run in her nylons,
right below me.  I didn't have to think--I dropped through the hole, and
found myself clinging to the north face of a woman's calf.

 I began climbing downwards--I had had enough of this ride; I
wanted off.

 I didn't have to wait long--I lost my grip within a few seconds,
and plunged precipitously towards the floor.  I bounced off the top of the
woman's foot, and landed painfully on institutional tile, then hurled
myself out of the way of her falling foot.

 I had a feeling this was going to be dangerous.

 I zigged and zagged, dodging feet as best I could.  One landed
beside me with a whumpf!, knocking me halfway across the floor.

 I landed in front of of a foot in a silver sandal.  I considered
for all of two seconds before I threw myself onto the deck of the sandal,
and worked my way down to the space between big and second toe.

 Any port in a storm, I guess.

 I looked up the dazzling height of the woman whose toes I was
presently inbetween.  She was wearing a sliver dress with white
panties--more about her I couldn't tell.  I thought for a few seconds,
then began to climb.

 It wasn't an easy climb--straight up with only short scraps of
hair for handholds--but I had to make it.  I was running out of
time--Sarah would be going home tomorrow.

 I had to see if this woman could help me.

* * *

 I was worn out by the time I reached her knee.  I had been
climbing for three hours with no rest, and I was completely exhaused.

 As I reached her knee, though, there was at least a promise of
rest.  She was sitting down, and her lap stretching out before me was a
welcome sight.  I tried to go on top of her skirt, but it was a good four
foot rise, and I just couldn't climb anything right then.  Besides, if I
was inside her dress, I would have more opportunities to rest.

 So I began to run along the woman's inside thigh.  It was easy
after the first part of my journey.  I reached her panties in just ten
minutes.  They were cute--lacy, but not overdone.  I caught her scent,
sweet, clean and strong, and it enticed me for a moment, but only a
moment.  I was on a mission.  And I would not fail.

 I climbed to her navel, and elected to rest there for a time.  It
was a nice navel, almost as nice as Sarah's.

 Almost.

* * *

Sarah

 I sighed and munced on a granola bar.  With each passing hour, it
became more unlikely that I would ever see Scott again.

 Karen looked at me, but didn't say anything.  She had stopped
talking yesterday--I guess I wasn't much fun to talk to.

 Well, I wasn't--I was dealing with grief, and I was moving through
denial and anger to acceptance.  I probably would never see Scott again.

 Never again.

 And then the guilt and the sorrow rushed over me like a wave,
drowning me in sadness.

 And I sighed.

 And the pain just got worse.

* * *

Scott

 I crawled along the fabric of the woman's slip, working my way
slowly up towards her breasts.  They were not big, but they were shapely,
and as I leapt onto them, I was impressed by their firmness.  I had been
climbing for almost ten hours, but I was almost to my goal.

 I burst into daylight, and finally got a good look at the woman.
She had short, red hair, and a strong chin.  That was about all I could
see, but my angle was bad.

 Unfortunately, I had timed things badly.  She pulled the dress and
slip off over her head, and removed her bra and panties.  I held on for
dear life as her body heaved and swayed with the excertion.  I hoped she
was just changing.  I was wrong.

 She was showering.

 The water hit her body like a jet, and I probably would have been
killed had she not immediately lathered up a bath sponge and immediately
rubbed it over her right breast.  I wedged myself into a little hole in
the sponge and held on for dear life.

 I did get a good view of the woman's body.  She was lithe, well
toned, and I found myself getting aroused again.

 Finally, she set the bath sponge down and picked up her shampoo.
I was safe for now, anyhow.  I looked at her, and immediately realized who
she was.

 I knew enough about her that I was sure she would help me.  If I
could only get her attention.

* * *

Claire

 I finished shampooing my hair and rinsed it out, shut off the
water and got ready to leave the shower.

 It had been a really long day--no shooting, just script meetings
and stuff like that.  I like working with Jodie Foster, but really, it's
getting silly all the work we're doing.  I mean, just give me the lines
and let's go!  But then again, _Home_for_the_Holidays_ really worked out
well, so I guess I'll trust her judgement.

 Anyhow, I was just about to leave the shower when I got a funny
feeling.  One like I'd never had before.  I turned around--and almost
fainted.

* * *

Scott

 I was gigantic.

 Well, not really.  I was about six inches tall.  But to you all
out there, that's like suddenly being seventy feet tall or so.  It's a bit
disorienting.

 I tried to get even bigger, but couldn't.  It seemed my desire to
be big enough to see had done just that--no more.

 Claire Danes turned slowly and looked at me.  I was afraid--I
mean, how would you feel if you discovered a tiny, naked man in your
shower?  And what would you do to him?

 Probably not what she did.  She bent down towards me, mouth agape,
and said simply, "Who are you?"

* * *

Claire

 It didn't occur to me to be angry.  I mean, he was so small and
helpless that I couldn't build up any rage.  He looked scared as could
be--I didn't want to worry him more.

 I was a bit embarrassed--but he was naked too, and I'm told I have
a pretty good body, so it could be worse.  I was also a bit curious as to
how this man came to be sitting in my shower.  So I asked him who he was,
and how he got there.

 And he told me.

*  * *

Scott

 I told her everything.  After a bit, she pulled on a robe, and
after a bit more, she asked if she could carry me to the kitchen, where we
could sit and eat.  She carried me gently--she reminded me of Sarah.

 "It sounds like you love Sarah very much," she finally observed.

 "More than life itself," I said, sighing.  "I would give anything
to see her again."

 "Well, it's almost two in the morning," observed Claire, "and her
flight leaves when?"

 "Ten tomorrow, Northwest flight 1024 from LAX to Minneapolis."

 "Well then, Scott, we need to get to sleep.  I'll take you there."

 My soul expanded to the breaking point.  I was going to see Sarah
again!  I blinked back tears.  "Thank you, Claire.  I'll never forget
this."

 "It's nothing at all, Scott.  All I ask...well...it's nothing...."

 "Tell me!"

 "Well, it's always been a secret fantasy of mine to...be a
giantess, there, I've said it.  And if you figure out how you shrunk, and
how it can be reversed, please let me know.  That's all I ask."

 I smiled.  "That is something I'll gladly tell you, Claire."

 She beamed back, bent down, and kissed me goodnight.  A quick buss
that left me thoughtful.

 If I ever do figure out what caused me to shrink, I'll damned sure
let Claire know.

 She'll make some man very happy to be small.

* * *

 I awoke early, and went to find Scott.  At first, I couldn't find
him, and panicked--but then I found him.  He was smaller then before, back
to one inch tall.  I blew softly on him, and he awoke quickly.  He was so
cute!  If he hadn't been Sarah's, I would have kept him, no doubt.

 I emptied my purse and put him in it, then hopped in my car and
headed towards LAX.

 I had an appointent to keep.

* * *

Sarah

 We reached the gate, and my heart sank.  I considered telling my
parents--but tell them what?  And wouldn't it just make it more likely
that they'd demand I go home?

 I wasn't going to see Scott anytime soon, if ever again.

 I was just going to have to accept it.

 Then, suddenly, I heard my name called in a nice contralto.
"Sarah Kensington?  Is that you?"

 I turned, and found myself looking at Claire Danes.

 There she was, my favorite acress, calling me by name.  This
was cool, I'd always wanted to meet her.  Funny, though, I'd never met her
before.  How did she....

 "Yes, Claire!  Hi, how are you?"

 "Great!  I'm sorry I didn't get in touch with you earlier this
week, it's been busy...."

 At this point, my Mom took notice.  "Is that really Claire Danes?"

 "Yes, Mrs. Kensington, nice to meet you.  I ran into Sarah about a
year ago when I was in Minneapolis, and we've chatted by email ever
since."

 "Really?  Sarah, you never mentioned...."

 "I didn't want to make a big deal of it, Mom.  I'm glad you could
see me off, Claire, I...."

 "Actually, if your parents don't mind, I'd like to grab lunch.
I'll pay for another ticket for you, but we've got some catching up to do,
and I've got something I need to show you."

* * *

Scott

 I heard the whole thing, and it was damned impressive improv on
both their parts.  Sarah asked if Karen could come along--Claire said yes,
and before I knew it we were on our way back to Claire's car.

 I heard some soft talking, and then, "Well, here's something that
belongs to you, I think.

 The zipper opened, a hand swooped down and picked me up, and
turned me to face her.

 It was she!

* * *

Sarah

 I burst into tears of joy immediately, plucked Scott from Claire's
outstretched palm and kissed him, and held him to my breasts.  We stayed
that way a long time, and I didn't even notice that my arms were enfolding
a full-sized man until I looked up--and saw Scott.

 He was beautiful as ever--just bigger.  I boggled, until I heard
a booming voice say, "Wow, how did you guys do that?"

 I looked over to see Claire, fully fifty feet tall, imposing and
beautiful. I had shrunk--and Scott had grown.  "How--" I said, but Scott
smiled.  "I think I've finally figured this out," he said.

* * *

Scott

 I couldn't control it perfectly--but I could control my size,
within certain limits, anyhow.  And I could control Sarah's size, for a
bit.  I knew what the limits were not as defined rules, but the way you
know how to do the physics work to catch a baseball.  I just knew.

 I also knew that I could be my own size again, permanently.  I
just had to make the change now, and Sarah and I would be back to our
proper heights.  I had do do it now, though--otherwise, that door would be
closed forever.  This I knew.

 I kissed Sarah--her beauty undiminished at any size, just more
imposing when she's bigger--and returned us to our proper sizes.

 She looked down at me, her eyes sparkling.  "I think you just
opened up a new facet of our relationship."

 I looked up at her full four hundred feet, and smiled back.  "I'm
just glad to be back, my dear.  I'll never leave you again."

 And then she kissed me.

* * *

Claire

 So I bought the rights to the script then and there, and Scott
told me the secret lay in a book called "Magick" by David Machina, and I'm
looking for it dilligently.

 Karen, Scott and Sarah made it back to Minnesota safely, and we're
all keeping in touch--they're good people, and I'm finding, good friends.
Sarah's moving onto the University of Minnesota campus, and she's
bringing Scott along.  She also made me an interesting offer, one which I
may take her up on someday.

 Anyhow, I think that's everything.  I've interviewed a bunch of
people, and I think I have a pretty clear handle on what happened.  I'll
see about putting it into a script.  I hear Tim Burton might be interested

 Or more likely not. Much as I want to make this movie, this
script will probably end up like all the others--lost in L.A., with
nobody to go to bat for it.

 Well, we'll see, I guess.

FIN