After the sweet release you feel your eyes become much too heavy to keep open and with no energy or a desire to keep awake you allow yourself to simply lose consciousness with a little smile after what you just experienced.

Slowly you open your eyes and look up at the ceiling as it looks rather familiar. You sit up and feel yourself in a soft surface. Turning you place your feet on the floor, that's when it hits you "What?" The soft surface is a couch, but not any ordinary couch, your couch. Looking around you notice that you're back in your own apartment and at your normal size to boot. You might still be naked, but on the floor you find your clothes. Suddenly you hear the ringing of your phone. Who could be calling you, you hesitantly make your way to the phone and pick it up. Slowly placing it to your ear you hear a familiar voice that says:

"Morning sunshine."

"Barbara? What--" "Relax all is back in order." she says. Curiously you ask "What do you mean?" Teasingly she says "You sound disappointed? Getting used to being small?" You merely remain silent due to the shock of being big again. Soon enough Barbara continues to say "To make it short, I was counting on you falling asleep after the foot work out. That gave me a chance to bring you back home and return you to your original size." After a moment of silent Barbara continues...

"Don't take it the wrong way, you felt wonderful under my sole, but it would be fairly difficult to take care of you as I do have a lot of enemies....oh and by the way if you talk about what happened no one is going to believe you. Remember shrinking devices don't exist, chao!"

Hanging up the phone you recall your recent experience and Barbrara's own words. You realize that she shrank you and did things to you that can only be found in pure fantasies. By default a believable experience like rubbing or licking her feet doesn't compare to something that feels flat out illogical. She's right no one would believe you if you talked and said that Barbara Gordon is Batgirl and that she used you as an insole. Society would lock you up in Arkham. The only thing that comes to your mind as you realize how Barbara played you:

"Bravo Barbara, that was brilliant."