“We hired a babysitter.”

My mom always say when she and my dad go out for the night, but for me it’s now become likewise, as well wrecking my maturity to even have a babysitter. You see my name is Hank Acryl, I am 14 years old, 5’9”. Ever since I was little, my parents always hire a babysitter for me. The first babysitter I had was Mrs. Carl, she was a nice calm babysitter for a mid-30’s woman, she baked me cookies and always bring me treats. She was my favorite babysitter I ever had, but two weeks after my 6th birthday, Mrs. Carl left to live in Europe. My next babysitter afterwards was Mrs. Donovan, a widow in her late 60’s. She was the most gruesome bitch I had ever met in life. She would send me to bed at 6:30, make me eat tofu food or food that I am allergic to, but the worst was that whenever she saw me playing with my toys she broke them in an instant and punished me by doing hard labor chores that frequently cracked my hands and arms most of the time. But lucky for me she died of cardiac arrest in her home, after 3 years of torture babysitting. My last babysitter I had had to be the most sexiest of all sexy babysitters of all, Tiff she told me to call her, she was in her early 20’s and she babysat me until I turned 11 afterwards I never saw her again, I can never explained how beautiful she really looked to me, it’s hard to explain the details anyway.

So two years later, my mom gave birth to my baby sister Paula. Ranking me her older by 13 years older brother, Hank. And a year, my mom and dad were going out of town, and at again hired a babysitter for me and Paula. I didn’t thought it was wised at first, but it all started at breakfast…..

“Morning Mom”, I said.

“Morning sweetie, how’s school?”

“Uhh, school’s been out since Monday. It’s Spring Break. It’s Wednesday.”

“Oh well, your father and I, are going out on town tonight, so we hired a babysitter to watch you and Paula.”

“Wait WHAT?”

“Well you heard me, we hired a babysitter.”

“But mom I’m like 14 years old, why do I need a babysitter? Besides I can take care of Paula.”

“Don’t be silly, she’s just here to take care of Paula, and plus it’s been a while since your father and I did something alone together. Plus I think your going to like this girl also.”

“How old is she, no wait let me guess, 50 or 60?”
“She’s 17, and perfectly slim.”

At that moment I was a bit surprise, 17? She’s like 3 years older than me, which meant when I was in the cradle, she was learning her ABC’S on Barney. Oh my god, I was completely thrilled, at the fact, that I started to bounce in my mind.

“17?”

“Yup well anyway, she’s coming over at 6, her name in Julie. So I want you to be on your best behavior.”

Whoa, a 17 year old is going to be babysit, I could hardly wait, oh my god though I had to get dress where some cool casual clothes. This is an older woman I’m talking about here. As I went to the bathroom to groom myself up, I realized that I was out of shampoo. I have to hurry I said, I basically rushed out the house and ran as fast as I can to the near by pharmacy store. Looking out an aisle on bathroom wash and soaps, I found my brand of shampoo. Yes I said to myself, I then walked to the cash register and paid for the shampoo, and sprinted back home as fast I can. But on the way back I accidentally stumbled on a rock that tripped me and as I fell, the shampoo bottle opened and landed on the water and stuff, only the water was not water, the color was gray, I didn’t thought as much it wasn’t a big deal or anything. So I proceeded to go back home like nothing happened, after I picked up the bottle.

It was now 5:00, I was ready, I was clean, and I was perfect. I can hardly wait. A 17 year old babysitter, I always dreamed that one day I would get a hot babysitter, that would be so and so perfect. I couldn’t wait, all this thinking gave me a strange feeling though. But then all of a sudden the strange feeling around me was really on me, I had a huge headache, that made me dizzy, I felt like farting. After I used the shampoo, it didn’t feel right in my head, I thought of as nothing though, but now I feel the strange feeling again in my head, only this time it was really hurting, and all of a sudden I collapsed on the floor. I didn’t know what was happening to me….I was in total blank, or so I thought?

“Oh…..my fricken head, where am I.”

I was looking all around, and it seemed like I was in a desert only it wasn’t a desert cuz, obviously it was not hot. I looked above me, and I saw the same ceiling that looked like it was my bedroom. This was odd, I thought. I then turned around and saw what appears to be my bed and clothes, but my bed wasn’t that big, it was the size of mesa. The things around me aren’t huge, I’ve shrunk!!!!!! From the looks of everything, it looked like I was ź of an inch tall. I didn’t know what was worst to be honest, that I’ve shrunk to the size of ant or that I was completely naked too. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me…..Could things get possibly worst?
End of Flashback, next Voyuer

After spinning around a few times to take in my new surroundings, I noticed the moon-sized clock on my wall - 5.45! I had fifteen minutes to reach my parents before they left!

I turned towards my bedroom door and took off at a jog. After what seemed like an eternity (turning back I saw that it had been, in fact, ten minutes), I made it to the doorframe. Now it was just a matter of going down the hall and across the living room, where... what? I had no idea.

Having seen no sign of my parents, I made it as far as the living room when the doorbell rang. Knowing that my chances of being noticed by someone headed for the door were slim, I ran under the couch that faced the television, from which point I could see the entire room.

My mom called out "Hank! We're leaving!" as she walked through the living room in heels - I thanked myself for getting out of the way. Our carpeting was thick, but I didn't trust my odds under those spikes. She opened the door and I strained to see Julie.

When she walked in, my jaw dropped. Gorgeous didn't begin to describe her. She was short; he guessed she was just over five feet tall. Mom hadn't been kidding about her being slim, either. Her blonde hair was in a loose ponytail that came down to the small of her back. She was dressed casually, in a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers, which she kicked off at the door. She carried a small blue backpack.

I was so entranced by her I almost missed my dad mentioning a hotel chain. "Tell the kids we'll see them sometime tomorrow. Paula and Hank are both in their rooms."

"TOMORROW?!" I yelled out before I could stop myself. I clamped my hands over my mouth, but it didn't matter - they hadn't heard me. Tomorrow? They were staying out overnight?

"Okay," she said. I swooned a little at the sound of her voice. I knew I wouldn't get to my parents before they left, and I was beginning to go over my options.

I sat down and engrossed myself in thought so deeply that I missed my parents leaving and Julie walking over to the couch. My head snapped up when she dropped her bag next to it, though, and I saw her feet on the ground off to my right as she sat down. I crawled over to get a better look.

She was wearing socks, plain white ones that were new enough to still be a little padded. her jeans were loose and came down enough so that they hooked under her heels slightly. While there was a smell, it wasn't overpowering, and I wouldn't even go so far as to say it was bad.

As her massive toes twitched, I felt part of me jump in response, and I realized with a jump how excited I was getting by this.

After sitting and watching her for a few moments, as she in turn watched television from directly above him on the couch, I decided I needed a closer look. I began crawling over. Her heels were right up against the edge of the couch, but with her jeans in the way I couldn't see or do much. Still, it was awe-inspiring to be next to a pair of pants so huge that the lines in the denim could have been the tread on my shoes.

Suddenly, her cellphone rang. Although I could tell that it was set to quiet, it still made my ears hurt. Her feet vanished as she grabbed her phone from wherever, and I crawled out to get a better look at her as she talked about nothing with nobody.

No sooner did I walk out far enough to look up and see her, though, did one of her feet swoop down on me with terrifying speed. I thought, "I'm dead," and hit the ground on my back.

Astonishingly, though, I didn't die. Though I didn't know it at the time, she must have been sitting with one leg propped over another, a position I would later see her in often. So positioned, her foot didn't quite reach the ground, instead hovering mere centimeters above it. That was enough for me, however, and I found myself examining the lint on the underside of her sock as it magically floated directly in front of my face.

Before long, though, her foot started moving- bouncing up and down gently, sliding back and forth along the carpet, all the innocent things that girls do with their feet. Except, as I've mentioned, I was between her foot and the carpet. As we have thick carpet, I was alternately squished into that and rolled across it's surface. Just when she let up and I was about to dash back to the couch, she pulled her foot back slightly and pressed her toes into me, pressing me again down into the carpet as I slowly slid into the cracks of her toes. Just then, though, I heard her get off the phone, and she pulled her foot up and swung it onto the couch. However, as she did this, she clenched her toes slightly, and I went with it.

What followed was a flash. Before I could react, she had pulled her socks off in a way that left me balled up in the center, and tossed them. From the way I landed (safely cushioned) I guessed (correctly) that I was still on the couch. I felt the couch shake as she got up and I started clawing my way out of her sock. The smell now was overpowering, but still not unpleasant.

I pulled aside a fold of sock to find the opening just ahead. As I pulled myself towards it, the world went dark and I felt the sock I was in being slid. When everything stopped, I pulled myself the rest of the way out and stood up in an alien land.

It was a second or two before I saw her foot, and another few seconds before I realized she had changed clothes. We were under a blanket, at one edge of the couch, and her feet - her massive, gorgeous feet - were together, soles down on the bed, toes pointed off to my right, right in front of me. Her legs, as far as I could see them, were bare, arcing up into the folds of blanket and disappearing.

Entranced, I walked towards her toes, which were entirely unpainted. I was taller than they were, but not by much; when they twitched and wiggled sporadically I would be as much scared as excited. Well, maybe more excited.

(more tomorrow)