I awoke in a drawer, just like the day before.  The drawer was
open just a tiny crack, just like the day before.  I hoped against hope
that my memory of the last day was distorted somehow, that I had but
dreamed of Karen, and Sadako (if that was her name), and getting lost,
and the shower....

 No, it had not been a dream.  I knew that before Sadako opened
the drawer and smiled at me.  I was lost in L.A., and I had no idea how
to find Sarah.

 But I would have to find her.  I have said often that I love
Sarah, but it was at that moment that I realized how deeply this was
true.  Sadako was comely, yes, but it didn't matter to me.  My one true
love was Sarah, and I would find her, if it took me forever.

 Sadako reached down for me.  I didn't resist.

* * *

Sarah

 Karen and I did our best to pretend to enjoy Disneyland.  I did
my best not to break down in tears when I saw "Honey, We Shrunk
Ourselves" in the gift shop.  I think Disneyland would have been fun, if
Scott hadn't been missing, and probably dead.

 I had come to the conclusion, during the sleepless night I had
just spent, that I shouldn't blame Karen for my mistake.  Scott was gone
because I didn't safeguard him enough, didn't think things through well,
didn't follow my instincts and carry him with me.  I thought back to our
last conversation, and how hurried I had been when I left.

 I felt sick.  I just hoped that, wherever he was, Scott knew that
I loved him.  And I hoped that I would get the chance to tell him myself,
someday.

* * *

Scott

 We were going to the beach.

 Sadako was stunning in her yellow bikini.  She had placed me in
her bikini bottoms, so as not to lose me, and I was very, very aroused.
So was Sadako, if the warmth and moisture that surrounded me was any
gauge.

 I had to escape; I realized that, now.  Sadako was not going to
stay in the U.S. forever, and if I was taken out of the country, it made
things that much more difficult.  Besides, I was going to need help to
find Sarah; that help had to speak English, or at least be able to
understand my fractured German.

 So I plotted.  And I came up with a plan.

 I waited for Sadako to stretch out in the sun.  Then, I slowly
worked my way up her front, towards her clitoris.  I began to massage it
gently, and slowly worked my way into a frenzy.

 I hoped this would work.

* * *

Sadako

 The sun was high, and I laid down, enjoying its warmth.  Soon, I
started to feel something.  I realized that the little man was moving.
He felt very good down there.

 He was doing something.  I wasn't sure what, but it felt very
good.  I hoped he would keep it up.  He did, and I felt better and
better, until I started losing control.  I has having an orgasm!  Right
on the beach, no less!  I hoped nobody would notice.  I looked down at my
bikini bottoms, and they were soaked.  I couldn't let my father see
this!  I would have to wash off in the sea.  But that would drown the
little man!  Sighing, I looked around.  Quickly, I pulled the little man
out.  He was drenched.  I didn't know I had it in me!  I dumped out the
rest of my tea, and turned the cup over on top of him.  I hoped he
wouldn't escape.  Then, I hurried down to the sea.

 I would never see him again.

* * *

Scott

 My plan had worked perfectly!  As Sadako left, I took advantage
of a little trick I had learned, lying down and using what leverage I had
to lift the cup.  I pulled myself to freedom.

 Well, such as it was.  I was still just an inch tall, on a beach
swarming with people.  I would have to find a safe port, and fast.

 I had been walking for no more than a minute when my life almost
ended.  A huge, bare foot came crashing down an inch in front of me, and
another fell right beside it.  I stared up.  It was a teenager, about
Sarah's age.  She was pretty, wearing an aquamarine swimsuit and that
mandated-by-law California bleach blond hair.  She was looking for a
place to spread out, and she had chosen this spot.  She already had laid
her towel down, and now, she was preparing to lay herself down.

 Well, any port in a storm....

 I waited for her to lie down.  It was an amazing sight.  The girl
was about as attractive as possible.  She was tanned and toned, and had
huge breasts--and not just from my perspective.  She was gorgeous.

 Watching this four hundred-odd foot tall giantess stretch out was
amazing.  Still, I didn't want her to discover me--at least not yet.
Sarah had warned, at least obliquely, that not all women were as kind as
her.  I figured I should try to hide, observe the girl, and see if she
was like Sarah or not.

 I quickly found a refuge.  The girl had brought a bag with her.
Her rollerblades were inside, as was a wraparound and a t-shirt.  I
climbed up into the bag.  I figured it was best if I stayed out of sight,
and in the shade.

 I did keep watch, though.  The bag was canvas, and there were
holes in the fabric large enough for me to keep watch through.  The girl
was lying on her stomach, and my view was dominated by her tremendous
left foot.  She was tanning, just resting, and her foot traced slow
circles.  I was fascinated.  It was almost as good as television.

 After an hour or so, she rolled over, and sat up.  She then
pulled the bag over to her, and looked inside.

 I wasn't afraid of being found.  I crouched beneath her
wraparound, and watched her remove a forty-foot tall tube of sunscreen.
Then, I watched her rub it across the front of her body.  I was amazed.
(So, probably, were several other men on the beach that day.)  After this
bit of business was complete, she set the bag down next to her, and lay
on her back.

 My view now was of her right side, near her breast.  The breast
soared triumphanty skyward, and I was enraptured.  I hoped she was a nice
giantess.

 The heat of the day was getting to me.  I began to doze, and
finally fell asleep.

* * *

 I knew something was wrong.

 I sat up quickly, and was stunned to find myself in a cage.

 This was bad, I thought.

 The giantess from before was sitting there, watching me.  "Ah, so
you're awake!  Good, I was afraid you were in a coma or something.  You
wouldn't do me much good like that."

 There was something in her voice that sent chills up my spine.
This was not a soul like Sarah's--it may have been her opposite.

 I was in big trouble.

 She smiled an icy smile.  "So, little man, can you talk?"

 "Um...yes, yes."

 "NOT GOOD ENOUGH!" she suddenly screamed.  The air knocked me
 backwards.  "I found you, hiding in my bag.  I don't know what you were
doing there--and I won't ask.  But I have found you, fair and square, and
you will show me the respect I deserve, flea.  You will address me as
mistress.  Now stand up straight, and address me properly."

 Now this was one heck of a mood swing.  But not wanting to place my
life in jeopardy (or even the Family Feud), I did so.  When you're one inch
tall, you don't have much room to bargain.  "Yes, mistress, I can talk."

 "Good," she purred.  "Very good.  You and I are going to get
along swimmingly, aren't we?"

 "Yes, mistress."

 The girl smiled.  A cruel smile.  "I'll be back.  Don't go anywhere."

 As she left, I knew I was in big, big trouble.  I tried to undo
the latch on the cage, but it was locked, and besides, I'm not all that
strong.  I could maybe pick it--my hand was small enough to reach up into
the lock--but I had no clue where I'd go--I was on top of the girl's
dresser, and I was afraid I might be trapped.

 I heard the girl approaching, and quickly backed away.  Not
quickly enough, though.

 "So, trying to escape?  I DON'T THINK SO, little man!  You'd
better get used to that cage, because that's where you're going to
stay--when I'm in a good mood.  But seeing you trying to leave has put me
in a bad mood."  She opened the cage, and grabbed me between thumb and
forefinger--hard.  I felt a rib crack as she squeezed.

 "Why are you doing this?" I cried, but she simply squeezed
harder, and asked, "What, are you questioning me?"

 I gasped for air.  "No...Mistress...."

 "Good," she said, tossing me five feet onto her bed.

 I lay on my stomach, groaning.  I felt my rib.  It would heal
itself in a day or so (a fortunate byproduct of whatever changed me--I heal
really, really fast), but that didn't help me now.  And it wouldn't help
me if this girl killed me--which she apparrently had it within her to do.

* * *

Victoria
(excerpted from sessions conducted by Dr. Kara Lincoln, Psy.D., with
permission of Ms. S_____.)

 Look, don't give me any of your shit about abusing him.  I
fucking know abuse, okay?  Just because the little asshole is all tiny
and cute, you guys go and get all mushy, and think I'm some sort of evil
bitch from Hell.  Trust me, if he was 6'1, he'd be slapping someone
around.  That's how guys are.  So don't fucking start.  I hurt him, sure,
but I've been hurt worse.

 Christ, I'm fucked up.

* * *

 Maybe you just get high on the power.  I mean, you try holding a
one inch tall man in your hand and not feeling power.  You are a
goddess.  The queen of the fucking world.  And this little ant can do
nothing to you.  And you can use him to get back at everyone who ever
fucked you over.  Because now you're in charge, and you don't have to
listen, and you don't have to submit.  You think you wouldn't, don't
you?  You think you'd be gentle, don't you?

 You try it.  See how you feel.  Then judge me.

* * *

Scott

 I curled up instinctively, into the fetal position.  I was afraid
of what was coming, and damn sure aware that I could do nothing about it.

 
 "Little man, look at me.  I'm giving you five seconds...."

 She didn't have to count.  I turned, stood up, and winced.
That rib hurt like crazy.  But it was stand and pay my respects, or maybe
die.  And I had sworn to see Sarah again.  I'd just have to survive
this.  I hoped.

 "Little man, I am going out.  My friends called, and they want me
to come over.  And that's where I'm going.  But I'm concerned about your
escape attempt.  I don't want to get back here and find you gone.  So I'm
taking you with me.  And to make sure you don't go anywhere....

 With that, she slipped her panties down, and placed me in them.
"Stay put.  Or I'll kill you, bug."  She pulled the panties up, and I
found to my chagrin that I was not in the anterior portion of them.  The
girl arranged me so that I was between two enormous cheeks.  Then, once
she felt I was secure, She walked off.

 I was in big trouble.

* * *

Victoria

 He felt pretty good back there, if I do say so.  I let him wiggle
a bit, and felt the power running through my body.  As I slipped behind
the wheel of daddy's Jag, I worried not a bit about killing him, but I
hoped I wouldn't.  I wanted to show my prize off.

 I kicked the car into gear, and headed out into the street.