Chapter #55Mystery Gift by: Seven  
"Come...on...MOVE!" You growled, shoving your shoulder against the wall of your newfound prison cell yet again. You had been at this for ten minutes and you could feel the burn in your muscles. You really should have worked out more, especially if you knew something like this was gonna happen. Again the cube you were contained in shifted slightly but refused to do anymore. Wiping the sweat from your brow, you glared at the wall you had sworn vengeance against.
"Okay, one last time!" Getting a running start, you poured the last of your energy into a final charge at the far wall, and to your relief your prison tipped sideways, the floor shifting under you as the top of the box you had been imprisoned in popped off and light flooded in, nearly blinding you. Breathing heavily, you climbed to your feet and hurried out toward freedom.
Maybe you should back up.
The last thing you remember you had fallen asleep in your crummy apartment, same as always. But when you woke up you quickly discovered that was NOT where you were right now. From what little light you could see streaming in through the cracks above, you appeared to be inside some kind of enormous box with no way out. The panic set in of course, but even after your little anxiety attack you were still trapped with nothing but your own thoughts. Eventually you discovered the box was not made of metal or any other sturdy material. And that's when you got a crazy idea...
"I can't believe it worked..." You mumbled to yourself as you shielded your eyes from the blinding glare. After being trapped in the dark for who-knows-how long it took your eyes a second to adjust. But what you found only added to the mystery. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your skull as you found yourself miles off the ground, standing on some kind of wooden tower. And in front of you was...another you? Wait, no. As you watched your double copy everything you did, you realized you were staring at some kind of enormous mirror. A mirror ringed by a series of fluorescent bulbs, providing the glare. Next to you was line of glass containers of all sizes, shapes and colors. You even recognized some of the names on them, identifying them as cosmetic brands. Okay, so you were standing on top of a giant vanity table.
........
"WHAT?!" You squawked, feeling another panic attack coming on as you stared at the impossibility around you. Spinning around you found an equally titanic-proportioned room complete with a sofa that would probably take you an hour to cross and a closet that stretched up so high you could barely see the top. This was insane! Searching the top of the vanity table, you saw the box you had been imprisoned inside was white with red stripes, the removed cover topped with a bow. On it was a tag inscribed with the words "For Nicki :)" in red pen. So you had been someone's gift? None of this was making any sense! Who the hell was Nicki?! Why was everything so huge?!
You were considering just climbing back into your box when you heard a sound that sent chills down your spine. At first it sounded like thunder, repeated, steady booms. But as they grew louder you realized they were footsteps, and they were heading your way! You instinctively ducked your 4 inch tall frame behind your gift box as the door to the dressing room swung open. And that was when you got the biggest surprise of the day. Not only was this person a giant, it was a giant you recognized. Nicki Minaj! She must have just gotten done with a show or something because she was dressed in another of her ostentatious costumes, a gaudy nightmare of clashing neon colors and patterns, furry boots and skintight pants. But her appearance confirmed what you already suspected. You weren't in some massive alternate reality, you were just impossibly small. Who the hell boxed you up and shipped you to Nicki Minaj?!
"Dayum! That was one hell of a night!" You heard Nicki chuckle to herself as she placed her hands on her hips and gave her back a good stretch. "Man, these boots are killing me!" God, she sounded even hotter in person. You weren't necessarily the biggest fan of Minaj's music, but that wasn't why you liked her. You stood there, frozen in wonder as you watched the pop goddess bend over and begin untying her boots, giving you a nice glimpse of her massive, jiggling claim to fame. It was already huge by normal standards, but now her two-cheeked monster looked big enough to swallow you whole. For the first time since you woke up you were able to forget all of your problems, if only for a moment.
When Nicki finally stood up again, after changing into more comfortable shoes, you finally managed to get your brain working, and it was none too soon as she began making her way over towards her vanity mirror. A.K.A., towards you. There was no way down for a person your size, you were totally trapped! You wracked your brain for possibilities. Should you call out to her, ask her for help? She was actually really nice when she wasn't doing her bitchy personality, or so you heard. But could you risk her finding you? What if she got angry and thought you were a pervert, and then tried to squash you like a bug?!
"Huh? I don't remember that box being there. Hope this isn't another crazy fan..."
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