"Aw, you're no fun," she says, slightly disappointed. "All right, go ahead and get a drink. As a matter of fact, I changed my mind. Get me one too," she says as she gently ruffles your hair with her oversized hand. You hop off the sofa and walk towards the kitchen, Christie watching you with a bemused look on her face.
You head over to the refrigerator, and with effort manage to open the door, which now stands taller than you. That accomplished, you find yourself faced with a much more difficult problem: the sodas are all the way on the top shelf.
"Hey Christie!" You shout back into the living room. "Do you have a stepladder or something?" At first, all you hear is a sudden burst of girlish laughter; apparently she finds this absolutely hilarious. After a few moments, she shouts back "yeah, look in the closet!" You head for a narrow door on the other side of the kitchen, and you have to jump to reach the knob. The stepladder is nearly the same size as you are, so pulling it across the floor is no small feat either. The entire time you can hear faint giggles from the other room, and you can't help but smile at the silliness of it all either. You finally reach the refrigerator, and as you climb the stepladder to grab the sodas, a strange though comes to mind. No more than twenty minutes ago, you were taller than you are now that you're standing on a stepladder. That gun sure made for some entertainment.
As you head back into the living room, you find Christie stretched out on the sofa, her head propped against the armrest and her feet dangling over the edge. She might have grown a bit bigger while you were in the other room, but you can't be sure.
"Just set them on the coffee table," she says in her sweet, soft voice, and you do so. You turn around to find her extending her arms toward you, and once you're close enough she grabs you and lifts you up onto her. You're lying face down on top of her unbelievably soft chest, and are staring into her giant blue eyes. Without a word, she leans forward slightly and gives you a kiss, her lips completely enveloping your own. You embrace her head and she delicately strokes your small form as the two of you kiss passionately. After quite some time had passed (though for you it certainly wasn't long enough), she pulls back again, and just stares at you smiling. You lay your head down and spread your arms out as far as possible, just barely managing to reach her sides. You relax contentedly, and soon the engulfing sound of her heart beat and the rhythm of her breathing cause you to doze off.
When you awaken...
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