Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any likeness or resemblance to any actual person, living or deceased, or any factual occurrence is merely coincidental. Furthermore, be aware of the categories. If any of the categories causes you any distress or uneasiness, proceed at your discretion.
Note to Kenny: Based on the correspondence on October 6, 2022, I like to take this opportunity to thank you for your statement, which expressed your consent to allow me to edit your work in a way so that I can salvage some of it to write a story that I would prefer.
As a gracious host and a member of the LSR team, Sarah needed to ease the competition, so she invited everyone to the community brasserie for lunch. First, we returned to the luxurious inn to change into smart casual attire. To our surprise, our suite has already been cleaned. Then, Winkie took her volleyball clothes off and just tossed them on the sofa. Since the place has just been cleaned, I got rather annoyed.
“Hey, don’t make a mess!”, I squeaked with much annoyance.
But Winkie just ignored my complaint and pinched me up with her thumb and index finger by my thighs. She placed me in the middle of the marble floor of the shower and turned on the water. She started to take a soothing shower. The warm water was cascading down her gorgeous body, with a brown skin complexion with a yellow undertone, and natural black hair. Unfortunately for me, the water pressure was comparable to being under a waterfall. Meanwhile, she started to playfully splash water at me with her feminine, giant foot. This sisterly competition lasted for 10 minutes.
Winkie turned off the water and said, “Refreshing?” while sticking her tongue out at me. Then she walked to the walk-in closet. She placed a matchbox-size travel case with my clothes and laid it on the hardwood floor. Given my shrunken size of merely 7 cm, there is barely any variety of clothing to select from. Essentially, all my attires are t-shirts, shorts, and running sneakers. I am lucky to have a limited collection, as the corporation had to tailor-make every outfit. In contrast, Winkie has hung a variety of apparel in the closet. For the occasion, she picked out a stylish short-sleeve V-neck knit dress in stunning red and matched her dress with a pair of lilac, slip-on, square-toe loafers. Meanwhile, I looked on with much envy. On the other hand, I felt so proud of her, as she is beautiful and successful, as she has turned out to be a doctor.
Anyway, Winkie isn’t always naughty, as our sisterly bond is very strong. Although the brasserie is nearby, within the corporate grounds, just a leisurely 15-minute stroll, she thought that it would be a long way for me. So, she crouched down and gently lay her gigantic, supple palm in front of me to offer me a ride, but I declined to be carried. Then, she contemplated briefly, seeing as the typical male tinies don’t have any clothing, Winkie was confident that I would be recognized as the teeny female guest within the corporate grounds. Then, Winkie playfully said, “Suit yourself. By the way, Laura and Jessica will be meeting us there!”.
“Hey, give me a ride!”, I squeaked, waving my teeny arms. But Winkie just stuck her tongue out at me once again and childishly said, "nana na na, nana na na hey hey hey, ta-ta". “That’s just really immature!”, I continued to squeak at the top of my lungs. But Winkie just cupped her hand up to her ear and said “I can’t hear you”.
Winkie opened the door for me, then we proceeded to the lobby, which is just a one-minute walk for her. As she casually walked down the staircase, she inadvertently flaunted her elegance, as each time her supple foot touched down on a step, her well-toned leg muscles and flexible knees would subtly soak up each impact. And so, each landing is seamlessly soft and silent. Once again, I was totally full of pride to see her being so graceful and sophisticated.
Pitifully, I had to jump down each of the steps in an unsmiling manner, as each step was like a 7-feet drop. Thanks to the Nano Intelligent Cells (NIC), I could jump down each step without problems, but it was very awkward. Then, as Winkie strolled down the carpeted hallway, contrastingly, I felt like running down a stretch of dense grassland. I was sprinting to stay beside her, as her chic, faux leather loafers kicked up small clouds of dust and caused me to cough slightly. In reality, the luxurious carpet has been recently vacuum-cleaned, but things are amplified mystically when I’m just 7 cm (2.8 inches) tall.
Sarah was already sitting on a sofa, waiting for us in the lobby. Since Winkie is no longer jetlagged, she got a better glance at Sarah’s physique and saw that she is a bit more muscular (not curvier) than her, while her lovely rounded cheeks complement her physique seamlessly. Ethnically, Sarah’s skin tone is contrasting with Winkie’s Asiatic, medium “olive” complexion. In its place, Sarah has a beautiful light skin texture, historically derived from a northern European background. Also, Sarah’s beautiful dark blue eyes truly enhance her European ethnicity. Though Sarah is somewhat taller than her as well.
Sarah was dressed in a fine-looking, blue, sleeveless, V-neck, sheath dress, and a sleek belt that defines her refined waistline. Her choice of footwear is a pair of dark blue, round closed-toe slip-on pumps with kitten heels, while she harmonized it with a pair of lightly tanned sheers. Interestingly, the practical style of her slip-on pumps drew my attention to her colossal, yet supple feet. That’s when I heard a vague, agonizing shout, it seemed that a guy is trapped underneath her giantlike foot arch, deep in the interior of her right pump. I was uncertain of whether it is a true-life predicament.
We were early, so Winkie sat next to Sarah, while I was just standing by her loafers. Meanwhile, my curiosity got the better of me and I walked closer to Sarah’s right pump. To my surprise, I saw a minuscule guy crammed in there, already unconscious. Next, an unexpected silliness occurred. Naively, when I got close to Sarah’s “US size 9” feet, I was quickly drawn by a strange smell, it was a whiff of spoilt cheese balanced by scents of coconut and cocoa butter. Since most of my Asiatic friends lack the gene that prevents stinky feet, which is known as ABCC11, I didn’t realize that the spoilt cheese odour was from Sarah’s perspiration. I wanted to investigate further, but suddenly, two giant fingers grabbed hold of my waist and lifted me abruptly. A booming, yet well-mannered voice occurred, “What are you doing?”, as Sarah lifted me to her face level.
Then, Winkie instantly counteracted by grabbing Sarah's wrist with her right hand and causing Sarah to yell, “Ouch”. The strong grip caused Sarah to let go of me spontaneously, as Winkie caught me with her left hand and closed her fist around me. At that point, both ladies stood up instinctively, but Sarah promptly started to soothe the situation.
“Take it easy – my feet are ticklish, so when I spotted Tess trying to touch my foot, I got a little flustered.”, Sarah apologized. Deep down, she was annoyed, as no tiny would dare to intentionally touch a lady’s foot in the great Ladies Supremacy Republic, as all male tinies are pathetically inferior to the female gender. So, while I’m a lady, it’s a difficult fact for Sarah to accept.
“Perhaps, I overreacted. In any case, Tess is my sister!”, Winkie replied politely. Then, she carefully placed me back on the floor. Meanwhile, my nosiness is still tempting me to investigate the unfortunate guy that’s underneath Sarah’s foot.