"ANGIE HAS TO SEE THIS!" Stacy says with a giggle.
"Stacy, you enlarge us right this minute!" Sara yelled up at her giant friend, towering above them like a Goddess. She could see Stacy's enormous smile through the lens of the magnifying glass. Sara almost shuddered at the thought of only being visible through a magnifying glass....her best friend couldn't even see her. She was a speck at Stacy's enormous toes...she was shorter than her flip-flop was thick!
"I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU SAID. I'M JUST HAVING SOME FUN WITH YOU, SARA, LIGHTEN UP! I WANT TO SHOW YOU TWO TO ANGIE, AND THEN WE'LL GROW YOU BACK, OKAY?" Sara was angry and frightened all at once. Lacey took after her Mother- she was flighty and giggly and a little irresponsible. She definetly didn't want to see the twelve year old girl as some sort of Goddess. She could handle Stacy seeing her like this, but being a little bug for a thirteen year old girl to play with? That wasn't a fun idea. "ANGIE'S GOING TO LOVE THIS...HOLDING YOU IN HER HAND, SEEING YOU AS A SPECK AT HER FEET....SHE LOVES BEING A LITTLE PRINCESS, BUT I KNOW YOU'RE A GOOD SPORT, SARA. JUST DO WHAT WE TELL YOU AND YOU'LL BE BACK TO NORMAL IN NO TIME. BE BAD, AND....WELL...." Stacy rose to her full height and casually lifted her right toes off the ground, keeping her heel planted firmly. "WE WOULDN'T WANT YOU TO HAVE A BUG'S DEATH, WOULD WE?" Stacy giggled, hovering her enormous flip-flop over the tiny speck. The foot then went back to it's normal position, making Sara breath a sigh of relief. The magnifying glass was overhead again, and her friends' huge eye surveyed the miniscule woman. "IF YOU AGREE, GIVE ME A SIGN. LIKE..." Stacy looked up, thinking and then looked back down with a playful, mischevious smile, "...BOW DOWN. BOW DOWN BEFORE GODDESS STACY!" Stacy giggled, and replaced the magnifying glass. She laughed out loud at the sight of miniature Sara getting on all fours. "AWWW, THANK YOU, SARA! I KNEW YOU'D BE A GOOD SPORT! NOW, HOLD VERY STILL..." Sara gasped at the sight of the enormous tweezers in Stacy's hand as it lowered toward her and her microscopic son, "HOLD VERY TIGHT TO ALEX..." The tweezers clamped around Sara's waist, none too gently, and suddenly she was being lifted thousands upon thousands of feet in the air until finally placed on the coffee table. Stacy sat on the couch and peered at them through the magnifying glass again. "NOW, I HAVE TO FIND SOMETHING TO CARRY YOU IN. DON'T GO AWAY." and Stacy got up and left the room. Sara looked down at Alex.
"See? This is what I've been going through!" Alex yelled. Sara frowned.
"I was only playing, Alex. You were going to be totally safe." Sara said.
"I'm your son! What makes it okay for you to play with me?!" Alex yelled.
"Hey, we're in this situation because I shrank down to find you! I don't care if you think you're right, but you have no right to talk to me like that! I wanted to teach you respect from a new perspective. Now be quiet so Mommy can think!" Sara said, and closed her hand around the tiny Alex. Stacy's form re-appeared in the room and plopped down on the couch and bent over them again. It took a few seconds to find them beneath the magnifying glass, and Stacy laughed when she saw them.
"THIS IS SO COOL! I CAN'T GET OVER HOW TINY YOU ARE, SARA...ONE MINUTE YOU AND I ARE EQUALS AND THE NEXT YOU'RE A BUG TO ME....I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU SITTING IN THE PALM OF MY LITTLE GIRL'S HAND! SO LET'S GET OVER THERE AND GET THIS OVER WITH, RIGHT?" Stacy asked with a giggle. She held up a locket, taken from Janet's jewlery box. "THIS SHOULD HOLD YOU BOTH WHILE WE GO TO MY HOUSE." She laid it down open beside Sara, "CAN YOU GET IN IT WITHOUT MY HELP, LITTLE ONE?" Stacy's giggles seemed to be all around Sara. Sara looked at the round, silver locket that lay open. It was the size of a four car garage to her, and the walls were far too high for her to climb over. She looked back at Stacy, who had lowered her face directly next to her. "GUESS YOU NEED HELP, HUH? ASK NICELY..." Stacy said, this time with a far smaller smile. Sara felt a chill, worried that maybe Stacy was getting a little carried away with the feeling of superiority she justifingly felt. Sara knelt down, her hands clasped to her chest pleadingly. Stacy didn't laugh, just watched her. "GOOD GIRL." and suddenly the tweezers had her again. She was lifted up and placed in the locket. "NOW SIT TIGHT....THE NEXT THING YOU SEE WILL BE MY LITTLE PRINCESS' PRETTY FACE, SO BE ON YOUR BEST BEHAVIOR." and suddenly, the locket closed over her head, trapping her in darkness. The ground beneath her began to shake as Stacy picked up the locket, knocking Sara around. She barely held onto her tiny son as she was jostled about. She felt the room stabalize and begin to sway rhythmically, which meant Stacy was now wearing the locket around her neck. Sara sat down and held Alex close to her, fearing whatever might come next.
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