Jason walked into his Sociology lecture and looked around at the half-full room for any familiar faces. Seeing none, he headed for the side row, two seats wide, running along the wall. He picked the seat near the wall, about halfway up from the stage to the doors in back. He then set himself against the wall and waited for class to start, dreading the moment that the bell would sound, ringing his wine-headache-addled head to kingdom come. It did so, and he winced.

Professor Timms walked out on the stage. He was old, like most of the faculty. He started the class as he always did - by telling everyone to move forward as far as they could. As the seats in front of Jason were all full, he instead pulled out his notebook. Once it was out and in front of him, he thought better of it - knowing he wouldn't be taking any notes - and put it away, opting instead for a book. He was about to open it and begin reading when he noticed a familiar oof.

"Hey." It was Mark, a coworker.

"What's up?"

"Nothing."

They looked at each other for another moment, each waiting for the other to speak. Jason returned to his book as Mark began digging in his bag for something. He pulled out his notebook, which he placed on his desk, and something else, which he poorly hid under his coat. Jason noticed this but ignored it, as he was clearly in no place to point out anyone not paying attention to this extremely interesting lecture on...

He looked up for a moment at the board. "Group Theory." The rest of the class stared ahead with glazed eyes, or downward at doodles and letters, or into the crook of their arm as they entered their 35th hour of sleeping off the weekend hangover.

Or, as Mark was doing, watching Jason. Jason glanced back at the teacher, who was turned away from the class and writing. He glanced back towards the doors and saw that nobody was behind them. He glanced at Mark, who was pointing something small at him.

"Wh-"

There was a pop - quiet, subtle, very unceremonious - and Jason went blind, seeing nothing but white.

"This is payback." Mark's whisper floated out of the white as Jason closed his eyes and shook his head. He felt dizzy and fairly numb. "Maybe now you'll stay away from Kate." Kate was Mark's girlfriend and also a coworker, who Jason supposedly had a crush on. Although he did, and he hid it successfully, the rest of the staff made it a habit to joke about the two of them having an affair. While the thought had crossed both of their minds (seperately), no such thing was going on. Jason had, in fact, recently come to terms with the fact that one of his friends was dating the girl he wanted to date, and he sincerely hoped they were happy together.

"What? I've... never touched Kate." He shook his head again.

"Whatever. You'll be like this for the whole day, then you'll go back to normal. Supposedly you can't get hurt, either, but I don't know if I'd trust that." He snickered. "See you at work tomorrow, if you make it." With that, he stood and began walking out of the classroom. It was at this moment that Jason realized that Mark didn't actually have Sociology.

He shook his head again. Blind? For a day? He could handle that. But what was all that about being invincible?

After squeezing his eyes closed and opening them, he realized the white wasn't quite so bright anymore. His vision was slowly darkening, shapes and colors coming into effect.

He laughed quietly, as Mark had a tendency to take revenge on people in ways that failed miserably for one reason or another. There was a story that, in high school, he filled a diabetic math teacher's coffee with sugar during recess in retaliation for a bad grade. The teacher, however, was under a lot of stress and had dangerously low blood sugar levels, which he commented on to the glass while sitting and drinking the coffee. The coffee, intended to send him into a diabetic coma, actually saved his life. Mark had revealed this gem to the staff after a bottle and a half of nonalcoholic beer, then proceeded to go streaking. When he found out he hadn't been drunk, he tried to get revenge by buying the booze for another staff party and purchasing nonalcoholic beer. He had, however, chosen the same brand they used on him, and they realized this immediately, forcing him to go out and buy Heinekin to make up for it.

The point is that, by being a spiteful, vindictive bastard, Mark ended up being, for the most part, an extremely helpful person.

Jason went to put his head down on his desk, hoping the relaxation would bring his sight back faster, and realized his desk was gone. Confused, he tried to lean against the wall, but that was gone too. Instead he simply fell over. However, this wasn't the painful, out-of-the-seat fall he'd expected, but rather like sitting on a kitchen floor and rocking over onto your side. He waited for somebody to say something. Nobody did.

And then he realized what the strange shape in front of him was - the back of the chair in front of him. He looked down and realized the floor was the same color as the seats. He looked back, and realized that he was laying in his seat, no more than three inches tall.

The panic that he had been shrunk was immediately replaced by the panic that somebody might see him. Without thinking, he scrambled to his feet and ran forward, right off the edge of the chair. He fell what seemed like forever, bounced off the cement floor, into the back of the chair in front of him, and down further onto the ground below that chair, landing on his stomach and bouncing his teeth off the ground. After getting over the shock of what had just happened and the horror that he would probably be a cripple for the rest of his life, he realized that he was perfectly fine. It hadn't even hurt.

He sat up, facing the cement step on top of which was his chair. He stood, jumped, and grabbed onto the edge to pull himself up, noticing that his backpack was gone. As anyone else would've noticed him, he could only assume that Mark had taken it.

He dropped and leaned against the step with his head, taking stock of the situation. He was shrunken. He was, apparently, unable to be hurt. His belongings were taken care of, and everything would go back to normal in one day. What to do in the meantime?

He turned around and leaned against the step, looking the other way for the first time. He froze. Descending like pillars were two great jean'd legs, ending in a pair of gorgeous female feet that had temporarily vacated their sandals. She had her right toes on the back of one sandal and her other foot crossed in back of it, resting on the heel. He had a foot fetish - one that he'd hidden fairly well for some time, but now was finding it painfully difficult to do so. The toes on her suspended foot slowly stretched out, then clenched, then relaxed again as her big toe began softly rubbing back and forth against the second.

Entranced, he began to walk forward. The smell was nonexistant until he got within a few inches of her soles, mostly overwhelmed by that cement smell. Even that close it was faint, and her feet were totally clean - even a little wet. Jason guessed (correctly) that she had just gotten out of the shower, as he thought that he'd noticed her hair was wet at the beginning of class.

He reached out and put a tentative hand on the ball of her foot, which rested at about chest level. Just as he'd become confident that she didn't notice him, she swung her foot off and pushed it back into it's sandal. The other foot did the same thing, and she sat, shoed again, unaware of the small man with the raging erection who stood, quietly and sadly watching. "This class is boring," she whispered to her neighbor.

"Yeah," said her neighbor. "It's almost over, though, I heard that he let the other class go after this part of the lesson."

Upon hearing her voice, Jason looked right and saw another pair of feet, this time in socks, resting outside her shoes. She had a pair of sneakers, but in that style where the heel of the shoe is gone entirely. Her socks were striped, full of varying sized stripes of various green, brown, yellow and black tones.

Realizing that he had both an opportunity to fulfill a dream and a need to secure transportation before the end of class, he began running towards her shoes. As he ducked inside the (surprisingly spacious) right shoe, he saw, down by the toes, a little bit of the sole crunched up. Realizing that her toes had done this to the sole, he smoothed it out and laid where it had been.

He didn't have long to wait. Moments later, the bell rang, and the girl - Kate, in fact - put her shoes back on. She did it slowly, groaning and stretching before doing so. He looked towards the heel, heart racing, as her foot began sliding in. Just before her toes reached him, they came up in anticipation of the little bulge he had just replaced, covered him, then worked him into place in her crevices. While her sock smelled, it didn't smell bad. It smelled, he noticed, faintly like patchouli - an incense favored by partakers of marijuana.

As her toes began the rhythmic squeezing and releasing that was walking, Jason realized that his headache was gone, and smiled. He -had- to thank Mark tomorrow.

As nobody would ever find out, Mark hadn't recognized Kate because her hood was up. Also, he hadn't bothered to learn her class schedule yet. Kate, in turn, had not heard Mark behind her as she had on her headphones. Moments after Mark's departure she removed them, stopping - as Jason was to find - her unstoppable urge to twitch her toes in time with the music.

Jason was in heaven. Even as he was stomped, squeezed, shaken, and smothered, he never felt a moment of pain. The rhythmic squeezing of her toes would, in fact, put him to sleep after a particularly energetic song played while Kate waited for a bus.

He woke up later as she walked into her house. After going upstairs to her bedroom, she kicked her shoes off. Dragged by her foot, Jason rolled partway out of the shoe. Looking up in a moment of terror, he was surprised to see Kate walking away. He sighed in relief, then crawled back into the shoe where he realized whose foot he had been under. While he was tempted to go explore the house, for the time being he didn't want to miss his chance to go back to the school. Still, knowing it was Kate made it all the more exciting, and he waited tensely for her to come back.

She came back shortly, having gotten a sandwich, chips, and a glass of wine. After eating the sandwich and chips, she proceeded to roll and smoke a joint, then drink the wine. Jason watched all this with utter longing, as he was not only hungry, but had been wondering for months whether to ask Kate to smoke pot with him. He had his answer, but having it smoked in front of him wasn't what he had in mind. Half out of her shoe and watching her from behind on the computer, the smell soon became too much for him and he was forced to crawl back into the shoe, preferring the smell of feet he wasn't touching to the smell of marijuana he wasn't smoking.

Moments afterward, though, she stood up, sprayed herself lightly with the same scent he'd noticed before, and walked over to her shoes. Jason noticed - with glee - that her socks were gone. His ride back to school under her toes was better than the first, her toes acting like a giant down comforter, keeping him warm in the late fall breeze. As she was thoroughly high, her music had changed to a more mellow, relaxed pace, and the rhythmic squeezing of her toes had become more slow and gentle now. Believing Jason to be the long-present fold in her sneaker, she played with him somewhat.

When she reached class, her feet pulled out for air. This concerned Jason, wondering if someone behind her might see him. However, he soon found that it was another lecture hall, with three long tables accomodating three people each on each level. Coincidentally, Kate's partners were gone, and she sat at the furthest back table.

After crawling out and realizing all this (or at least as much as he could from his position; all he could really see was two empty chairs and one chair with Kate, her legs and feet, and what appeared to be a wall behind her.), he began wondering how to spend his hour.

He got his answer quickly. Standing out and exposed, he was unprepared when Kate leaned down to get something from her backpack. They locked eyes and frozen, Kate's mouth dropping open slightly. She sat up, looked around to see if anyone could see (they couldn't, as everyone in front was looking forward and the teacher wasn't actually there yet), then ducked back down and grabbed him. She stood and, with Jason still gripped firmly in one hand, left. When she opened her fingers she was in the bathroom, alone.

"Jason? Oh my god, is that you?"

Jason, slightly disoriented from the trip, could only sit back on her hand and nod at her.

"What happened to you? Was it Mark? It was Mark, wasn't it?"

When Jason answered, he was too far away to be heard. She lifted him up to her ear and he tried again. "It was Mark."

Kate sighed. "This isn't permanent, is it?"

"No, he told me I'd be fine in a day. Did you know about this?"

"Kinda. I saw an instruction book for it in the garbage, but I figured it was a joke. You're not mad, are you?"

Jason shrugged, though she couldn't see it. "Not really. To be honest this has always kinda been a dream of mine."

Kate pulled him away from her ear to look at him. Jason, meanwhile, looked at her. Kate was short, nearly five feet tall, and thin, but not through any virtue of healthy eating. Her brown hair was pulled back as it usually was, with a few loose strands dangling in front of her face. She was, in a word, pretty.

"Really? I mean that kind of figures, since this is a Mark revenge we're talking about." She had a relevant thought. "How'd you get here, anyway? Are you in the class before this? I thought you were free last hour like I was?" He was.

Jason hesitated a moment, slightly afraid to answer. He'd never told anybody about his fetish, and to reveal that to someone liked seemed risky. What if she got creeped out? Would she tell his friends?

He shrugged. Everything else had gone good so far. "No, I was sitting behind you in Sociology when it happened. At the end of class I didn't want to get left there, so I jumped into your shoe. To be fair, I didn't know it was you at the time," he quickly added.

"My shoe?" She cocked her head, confused. "I know you wouldn't get hurt, but how'd you know? Did he tell you? That seems... silly." She sighed. "Why my shoe though? You could've gone for the purse or something."

Jason had, in fact, never thought of that. If he had, though, he doubted he would've done it. "To be honest, I have a foot fetish." Saying it felt better than he'd thought. Her eyes widened slightly and she gasped quietly, immediately grinning and putting a hand over her mouth. "Well, I could've expected a worse reaction than that."

She giggled, then leaned in close and whispered. "I have one too. This could work to our advantage."

Jason was shocked, then giddy. He really, really had to remember to thank Mark for this. He considered going so far as to buy him a bottle of wine.

Nahhh. He hadn't meant for this to be enjoyed.

Kate walked back to class with a new spring in her step - a small man. Several times (during the 75 second walk) she wondered if she'd hallucinated the entire event. It was good pot, after all. But Jason would twitch, now unafraid to be discovered, and she'd sigh happily. Then she'd forget why, and wonder if she'd imagined it all.

The vicious cycle ended when she reached the class, which had started. She quietly slipped into her seat and out of her shoes, rolling her chair back slightly to give her a full view under her desk.

As soon as Jason crawled out of her shoe she grabbed him, pinching him between her feet and moving him out, closer to the back wall of the desk. After setting him down, she pushed her shoes back under her chair, then swept her feet in and knocked him onto his back. Stunned by all the moving and shoving, Jason could do little but stare. And smile.

Her feet resting out at a comfortable angle, she played idly with him at first. She'd prod him with her toes, squeeze his head between them, move around his arms and legs. She slid her toes under his shirt, pushed a little, then pulled out. She pushed both his arms so they were sticking straight out, slid her toes back under his shirt, and he got the idea, sliding out of his shirt as she pushed it up. Amazingly, it came off without tearing. Her toes slid back down, over his head, then down his bare chest. He shivered with glee, but also with cold, as her toes became cold quickly after removing her shoes. Aware of this, she grabbed him with the toes on one foot, clenching him until they became a bit warmer, then switched him to her other foot.

Warmed, she scooted her chair forward as far as it would go, slid him to the back, and let go. Sliding her toes under his arms, she pulled him to his feet and pushed him against the back wall. Standing like this she continued to play with him, brushing at his arms and head with her toes, sliding them up and down his legs (occasionally straying deliberately too high and brushing his crotch), and pressing on him, enjoying the feel of his body under her soles.

Suddenly he heard a paper rustling, and he looked up. She was holding a piece of paper under the table, on which "RUB MY FEET AND I'LL MAKE IT WORTH YOUR WHILE" was written in large print. He patted her foot to let her know he understood, and she pulled the sheet back up and pulled her foot back, letting him slide to the floor. Sitting up with his back to the wall, he watched her adjust her seat and feet until they were at just a slight angle, resting on her heels, with her toes mere centimeters off the ground.

He figured it out. He walked over, laid on his back, and slid himself under her foot. He started all the way down, with his legs straddling around her heel. He began rubbing, eager to see how good he could so it. He was an accomplished masseuse at full size; at this size he hoped he could compare. As he used his hands, he began working his legs around, squeezing and releasing her heel (and, not coincidentally, grinding his manhood against her heel) to great effect. He slowly worked his way up until he reached her toes, which he took extra care with, working in and between each toe.

Kate, meanwhile, leaned forward on her desk, head in hand, gazing dreamily ahead. The teacher could have turned into a zombie and eaten the class and she wouldn't have noticed. She got little shivers of excitement when he kissed each toe after rubbing it. Aside from how good it felt, she kept forgetting that this was Jason. Jason! She smiled a little wider.

Jason, meanwhile, was finishing her second foot. No sooner had he kissed the last toe than the pulled her feet off and, again, pressed his back to the wall. After releading him, she wrapped her toes around each leg at the ankle and began sliding upwards slowly. Halfway up she started sliding back down on the right side and continued up on the left. As her big toe began pressing upwards into his crotch, she continued to go up, moving her other toes up and down, brushing his side with their long strokes. Her other foot came off, then up to his face, where her toes playfully pushed his head around. Though she knew he couldn't be hurt - she'd read the manual - she didn't trust being rough. Instead she began brushing the crevices of her foot across the top of his head, enjoying the feel of his hair on the underside of her toes. She lowered him a bit - he was, at this point, no longer supporting himself on the ground at all - then back up, repeating the motion slowly and repeatedly. She then began pressing his head into the crevices between her toes, slowly increasing the pressure until her toes would part and wrap around his head.

All too soon, it ended, and the bell rang. With surprising dexterity, she grabbed him, dropped him to the floor, rotated him sideways, grabbed him in her toes, then put on her shoe. He was immediately returned to a position that, while still plenty exciting, had begun to lose a little of it's intial appeal.

Together, they returned to Kate's house. Jason was starting to form a plan, by which he could get the girl, and maybe...

The afternoon passed in a haze. After returning to the house, Kate proceeded to get high again, this time sharing some with Jason. After initial troubles with the pipe due to his size, they devised a system where Jason would sit under an overturned glass and Kate would blow smoke under it. It worked surprisingly well, and ten minutes later Kate was laying in bed with Jason in her ear as they got to know each other in a way they'd never actually bothered to do. The next three hours passed in this respect - punctuated by further smoke breaks - and before they knew it, it had gotten dark. Kate, looking outside, snapped out of it and sat upright, catching Jason as he fell out of her ear.

"It's late, I should get over to see Mark."

Jason, sitting comfortably in her hand, sighed, and she raised him back to her ear. "You're still going to go see him? I thought you felt sorry for me being shrunk? He was the one who did it."

Kate grinned. "I thought you were enjoying yourself?"

He turned red and was grateful she couldn't see him. "That's beside the point. Come on, he's a vindictive, spiteful bastard. Dump him already."

She raised an eyebrow and feigned ignorance. "Dump him? Why would I do that?"

He hesitated, but only briefly. "Well... to go out with me, I thought."

She pulled him down and looked at him a moment before smiling. "Kay. I'd already kinda decided to. I still have to go over there and do it, though... Give me a minute or two to get ready." She put Jason down on her nightstand and rushed off to get ready. He had a moment or two to think, and when she walked back into the room, he was jumping up and down and waving his arms. She picked him up and brought him closer.

"When you go over there, see if you can't steal the shrinker."

"Why?"

"You're breaking up with him, and I doubt you'd enjoy this as much as I have. Besides, do you really want him running around with something like that?"

She nodded. "Good point."

"Could you... see if you could find the instruction manual, too?"

She smiled, then set him down on the bed and waved her fingers at him as she grabbed her purse and left. Maybe it was because it was high, but she never stopped to ask what Jason was going to do in the meantime. Jason didn't think of it either, not until Kate's 13 year old sister walked past in the hallway, glanced in, and saw him standing there.

She walked in to get a better luck, a stunned, open-mouthed expression on her face. Basically like everyone who sees a living, breathing four inch tall man for their first time. Jason was getting used to the expression already. In his haze, he didn't move or scream for help until she'd grabbed him off the bed. Not that it would've mattered; he heard the door closing as she opened her hand, holding him inches from her face.

"Are you alive?" She yelled.

Jason winced and nodded. "Who are you?"

"What? Oh, wait." She lifted him to her ear, and he repeated himself. "I'm Sara, Kate's sister. Who are you?"

"I'm Jason, I work with Kate. Her boyfriend shrunk me because he thought I was after her."

She pulled him down again. "Oh! So you're bad." Jason shook his head and yelled, but she didn't move him. "You're probably a liar, too. I wonder what you were doing here." Just then she caught a whiff of him, and lifted him to her nose for a better smell. "Phew! You smell like her feet." She smelled again. "And her... incense. Feet, huh... I bet she was making you massage her." Jason shook his head and yelled no again, as it wasn't entirely true - he had done it willingly. "Maybe you can do that for me!" She smiled and looked up, lost for a moment in her discovery, and ran off to her room, Jason protesting - but not too hard - in her grasp.

Sara's room was fairly simple, and surprisingly clean compared to Kate's. There was a bed, a couch facing a TV, a dresser, a desk, a bookshelf, and a nightstand. Although the desk and bookshelves in particular were somewhat messy, there was essentially nothing on the carpet. Even the power strips were attached to the walls several inches off the ground. This was due to the carpeting, which happened to be a thick shag over two inches deep. As Jason would later find out, it was extremely soft.

Sara carried him in and immediately sat down on the couch with her knees up, dropping him on the couch next to her momentarily as she reached for the remote control followed by a blanket. Jason noticed, at this point, that Sara's room was somewhat cold compared to the rest of the house. After turning on the TV, finding her channel, and covering herself (except her feet) with the blanket, she picked him up, leaned down, and redeposited him diretly in front of her feet. They were small, covered in thin white socks that barely reached her ankles. Her bluejeans were slightly flared at the bottom, which he noticed as she lifted her right foot and began moving it slowly towards him. He watched it come, and when it reached him it kept going, pushing him over onto his back. It continued it's advance until her toes were hovering over his head. They descended slowly, then brushed themselves down his length.

"Take my socks off," she said. He started to protest, then remembered that she couldn't hear him. He got up and walked over to her feet, which were soles-down on the couch. When he reached them he took a moment to figure out how to accomplish his task. Finally, he grabbed her sock and pulled upwards while looking at her, tugging until she got the hint and lifted her foot slightly off the couch. She she finally did he was caught off guard and fell over onto her foot as it hovered at waist level. She giggled and shook, sending him rolling off her foot. This made her giggle more, and as he rolled under her foot into the depression made by her other foot, she put it down and pressed him into the couch. She realized what she had done and immediately pulled off him, apologizing. Jason thought it wasn't a very sincere apology, though, as she continued to laugh.

With her foot off the ground he walked to her ankle, where he worked his way around, pulling down on the sock in increments - having to climb onto her foot to get the front - until he managed to get the bottom around her heel. After this he initially tried going to the toe section and pulling, but after that didn't work he went back, got underneath, and just pushed. It tickled Sara as it slowly slid off, and she laughed some more, though this time she managed to keep from crushing him. As he reached her toes the sock fell forward and off, leaving him to fall onto his stomach. She lowered her toes onto his back, pressing down gently - she didn't know he couldn't be hurt - and squeezing softly. She continued to push her toes into his back slowly, and just as he was about to forget the task he'd been made to complete and just enjoy it, she removed her foot and told him to do the other one. This one he did slightly faster, but at the end - though he fell forward again - she extended her foot out, brushed both socks off the edge, and set her feet back down on either side of him. He flipped over as she leaned over to look at him.

"Now, rub my feet."

He was struck, as he looked around, by just how much smaller her feet were. Where he only came up to Kate's (also small) feet about halfway up, he realized her feet were only slightly longer than he was tall. As if to emphasize this - though really because he was taking too long - she lifted one of her feet, positioned it over him, and slowly lowered it. He spread his legs as it came down for comfort (partially), and his face entered perfectly into the crevice between her first two toes. Her foot settled gently into place like this over him, and as she squeezed his head softly he heard her talk.

"You can stay like that until my show is over. Then maybe you'll do as you're told." While the words were commanding, her tone wasn't, sounding more whimsical than anything else. She was enjoying this for her own reasons more than she was enjoying punishing someone who (hadn't) cheated on her sister.

The show was a full half hour long. With two huge toes covering his ears he couldn't hear anything, so mostly he just sat there under her foot, which was usually more or less still. When commercials came on, though, she'd get bored and begin moving more, pressing down on him in time with whatever music was on or lifting her heel and poking at his legs with the toes of her other foot. Once, she spread her toes and wrapped them around his head so he could see out, then leaned over, looked at him, giggled some more, then sat back and moved her toes around, enjoying the feel of him.

When it was finally over, she lifted her foot off him. "Now are you ready to?" Without waiting for the answer she wouldn't be able to hear, she lowered her foot back down, but only set her heel down, keeping the rest of her foot raised above him. He reached up, grasped her big toe, and began massaging. She immediately gasped, then after a moment began making happy noises. As he moved onto the second toe, she turned the television off, hit the light, and closed her eyes to enjoy it.

Working in the dark made no difference to Jason, who did a thorough job (practicing for the next time with Kate, though enjoying himself anyway), spending a lot of time on the sides of her toes and down between. When he'd done all her toes he worked on her soles, though with his small hands he knew it wasn't as good.

As he finished, she turned the light back on and stretched out, pushing her arms into the air and her toes into Jason's face. She then pulled off him and looked down. "You did good. So good, in fact, that I won't even tell Kate you tried to escape." She giggled, and Jason - at a loss - simply nodded. Sara grabbed him and ran back into her room, where she unceremoniously dumped him on the desk and ran back out, closing the door behind her.

Jason sat on the desk for a few minutes, enjoying his regained "freedom" and relaxing. Before long, though, he wanted to explore the room some more. After considering how he could climb down, he decided to put his faith back in the unvulnerability and just jump off the desk. He did so, relishing the moment or two of freefall before landing face-down on the carpeting. He picked himself up and straightened his clothes, then stopped to listen as two sets of footsteps approached the door. Unsure what to expect, he dashed under the desk, hiding behind what looked like a pillow on a ramp.

There was a knock on the door, and somebody called out, "Hello? Kate?" When there was no answer, the door opened and a girl Jason had seen talking to Kate a few times walked in while Kate's mom stood in the door.

"She's not here, Lindsay. Do you want to just wait for her?"

Lindsay shrugged, dropping her purse to the ground. "Sure. She called me and said to come over, she must've meant to meet me here." Kate's mom walked away as Lindsay sat on the bed and kicked off her shoes. Lindsay was slender, tall, and kept her dirty blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She was dressed in a skirt that came to her knees and had a dark green wrap around her midsection.

After messing briefly with her phone, she set to looking around the room to find something to do, eventually settling on the computer. Jason ducked behind his cover out of instinct as she walked over, sat down, and turned on the computer. When she stretched her legs out and propped her feet on his cover, Jason realized that it was a makeshift footrest, and that it was in fact a pillow nailed to an inclined piece of plywood.

He quickly stopped thinking about the construction, however, as she pulled herself forward and set her feet on the pillow so that her toes were hanging over the edge, inches above where he lay. She flexed them slowly, grabbing at the fringe of the pillow idly while surfing the net. After hours of being free to touch and play with Kate's feet, he had to exert a lot of willpower to not reach up and feel her delicate, soft toes. The smell, though, drove him wild, and he closed his eyes several times trying to get his mind off it. He failed, though, and stared. Eventually she pulled her feet back, and before he could help himself he jumped up to get a better look.

Standing up he could see down the length of the pillow, where her feet were currently resting flat. Occasionally she'd rub her toes together. Jason, though, found himself looking skywards, tracing her legs up to where they disappeared into enticing folds of cloth. He took a moment to imagine what else he might be able to use his shrunken state for, but was interrupted when the door opened. He dropped and hid again, even as he heard Kate greet Lindsay in surprise.