Phoebe was now pacing through her room while skin soaked up the lotion. She tried various ways to walk and checked which of them made her hips and bottom show best. Shrunk to miniature size Jimmy's eyes followed every move from behind his hiding place. Then she went to her wardrobe, stretched her body to reach high and grabbed a pink nightie. Her body wiggled into it and the first act of the evening show was over. The spying boy had already seen more than he ever dreamed of. But when the nightie covered the fantastic body his thoughts went back to his own safety. There was more than an hour left. He hoped that she would go to bed and turn off the light to allow for an easy escape. But Phoebe had no intention to sleep yet. The brighter central light in the room was replaced by a soft, yellow glow of the lamp next to her bed.
Jimmy watched the girl climb into her bed. She pulled the blanket towards her and raised her knees under it. It did not take the boy long to understand what was about to happen. Due to his own shyness he was very accustomed to this position. But did girls do that as well? Even really cute and popular girls like Phoebe? He thought that only shy boys like him would spent some evenings in the week on this. Unfortunately everything the girl did was covered by the blanked. On occasions he could see the blanket move, sometimes slowly, sometimes reflecting rapid motions below her. Jimmy resorted to watching the lovely face instead. At first only her mouth twitched and he saw lips licked by a cute little tongue, but over time he could see her breathing was becoming heavier. She was completely silent but her mouth opened and showed gritted teeth. Now additional movement of the blanket higher up let him to understand that her other hand was now massaging and fondling her own breast. The shrunk boy behind the cover was becoming more nervous. Was it really good to be in here right now? Seeing her aroused was spectacular but he feld a sudden urge to escape. When Phoebe started rolling herself on her bed, twisting from left to right Jimmy pressed his own legs together. His tiny hands were holding something with a strong grip. "Not here, not here." he murmured to himself, suppressing the wish to move his hand inside his doll derived pants.
To his shock he saw the blanket fly. Now Phoebe was sitting reclined in her bed, one hand diddling her snatch while the other one was holding one breast inside her own nightie. It had risen to her belly, but her hand between her legs gave only occasional glimpses of the bit of hair and of the flesh below. Her mouth was now open and he could hear stifled moans. Then she reached over, grabbed a long cushion in the form of a roll, and hopped to the other side of the bed. A cute bare butt was rising into the air when she reached to the floor to fetch her towel she had sent flying after the shower. With curiosity he watched her wrap the cushion with the towel. She was certainly occupied with this for a few more seconds. It provided an excellent opportunity to climb out and escape, or to watch further.
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