* * * * *
For the first five or ten seconds, it was mind-blowing.
I mean, sure: I'd been to a whole bunch of parallel-Earths. But, they'd still been _versions_ of Earth, just the same. Now, I was aboard a space station filled with people who looked like uncredited extras from a MEN IN BLACK sequel. Including giant humans who made _me_ look like a midget, even at my maximum height!
Then, the line at the departure gate started moving again. Which, in addition to immediately snapping me back to reality, also afforded me a closer look at young Miss Gruja.
The prep school she went to evidently had a semi-formal dress code, as she was wearing dark blue translucent pantyhose with white sneakers! Either that; or this was as wild as she got when vacationing away from school. Whatever her usual demeanor, I had to get aboard that space liner (or whatever the locals called it) and follow her.
The only question was how. Because, the next thing I noticed (after her admittedly cute ensemble) was the male and female security guards electronically scanning everyone passing through the gate. I don't know what kind of contraband they might be searching for. But, I would be a fool to think they wouldn't detect good old Smitty!* So, I looked around for other potential passengers who might have bought themselves a new "pet."
That's when I spotted her.
She was about twenty feet taller than me, with black hair kept in a pony-tail. Plus, a pair of eye glasses that looked more like terrestrial safety goggles. And, the sleeveless white mini-dress she was wearing was (more or less) offset by matching thigh-high boots. In short?
She looked like Emma Peel of the Avengers...caught half way between tennis and go-go dancing.
More importantly for me, though, was the white purse dangling loosely off of her left wrist. The idea that suddenly occurred to me was going to be risky. Yet, I couldn't think of any other way off this space station! So, I carefully sauntered up to this woman...
...and then broke into a run after grabbing her purse.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she screamed: "Stop! Thief! That man just stole my purse!"
I have to give them credit. The resident security guards were quick to respond. And, I knew that a second contingent would be headed straight for me, to help my pursuers box me in. Still, I had just enough of a head start that, when I came to what I interpreted to be a multi-species rest room, I ducked inside.
My hunch was right. There were lavatorial stalls all over the place. I ducked inside the nearest unoccupied one, and locked the door. Following which, I hopped up on the toilet in a crouching position. Then, I opened up the stolen purse...
...and vaulted inside the moment I shrank back down to normal size.
Only half the objects inside were familiar-looking to me. I guess some aspects of womanhood are a multi-versal constant. Anyway, I hid behind the biggest object I could find. And, just in time, too. Because, based on the thunderclap that made me cover my ears, one of my pursuers must have shot off the lock to the stall!
Sure enough, I felt the purse lifted off the floor and taken back to its owner.
"Did you catch him? Did you catch him?!" was the first thing I heard her excitedly ask.
"No, ma'am. Somehow, he gave us the slip. But, he did drop your purse in the process! Please, accept it back with our profoundest apologies."
"Oh, thank you-thank you-thank you!" she gushed.
Then, came a voice over the station P.A. system.
"Last boarding call for 'Pride of Archavia.' Departing from Gate 11 in one minute."
"That's me! That's me! Can I go now, please?"
"Of course, ma'am," replied the security guard: "And, please accept this half-off coupon, for our duty-free gift shop, for whenever your next visit to Titan Station might be."
The next thing I knew (based on the earthquake that rocked the contents of the purse), we were boarding the space liner at a dead run.
tbc
Giantess World
Chapter End Notes:
*Smith & Wesson Model 39 semi-auto pistol in 9mm (in case you forgot).