Chapter 10
“Damn it!”,
Julie barked as she closed the door and looked at her watch.
“What’s
wrong!?”, Mark yelled back.
“I’ve got a
meeting with a client in 30 minutes. I’m
going to be late.”
Julie rushed
to get dressed. In about 5
minutes, she had changed into a dress and rushed for the front door. What a sight it was for Mark to see
her running down the hall at her size, especially with high heels on. He stepped back and leaned against the
sofa, taking no chances. The
thought of colliding with one of her Shoes at that speed kept him frozen in
place. “I’ll be back in a
little while.” Without
waiting for an answer, she shut the door and Mark could hear the car start and
drive away.
He had the whole house to
himself. Silence filled the
house except for the ticking of a clock above and an occasional sound
outside. He began to feel
totally alone and a little scared. He
realized that he felt safer when Julie was home. At least she could protect him if
something unexpected happened. Each
little sound or creak made him jump. He
had to think of something to keep him occupied. But at his size there wasn’t much he
could do. So he walked down
the hall toward his room and saw a crack in Julie’s bedroom door. She always locked her bedroom door out
of habit but in her hurry to leave, she must have forgotten. The curiosity got the better of him
and he walked to the door and peeked in. Julie’s room was a mess. But to him, especially being board, it
seemed like a huge playground. There
were gigantic shoes everywhere, and piles of clothes, clean and dirty. He knew he shouldn’t go inside but he
couldn’t resist. Once
inside, he looked around in awe. He
had only seen Julie’s bedroom once before at normal height, but the contrast
now was amazing. Walking
over to her vanity, he noticed that the chair in front of it had very
decorative and contoured legs. Feeling
adventurous, he began to climb up. It was quite a struggle but he managed
to reach the seat of the chair. If
he stood on the arm of the chair, he could reach the top drawer, which was left
open. From the drawer he
easily reached the top of the vanity. Out
of breath, but feeling a sense of accomplishment, he gazed around the
room. It gave him a little
more “normal” perspective. There
wasn’t much room on the vanity to walk around because it was almost completely
covered in makeup of every color, combs, brushes, perfume bottles, and a lot of
things that he didn’t recognize. He
walked carefully over to one of her brushes, dodging giant tweezers and
scissors along the way. This
brush must have been her favorite because it had the most hair in it, and he
pulled a few strands out, surprised at how strong they were. Realizing that he had a lot of time on
his hands, he decided to clean all the hair out of the brush for Julie. At least it was somewhat
productive. Besides, it was satisfying to do something that required a
little strength. It made
him feel less helpless. So
he knelt down next to the huge plastic hair trap and began grabbing handfuls of
Julie’s hair, careful to get every strand. Pulling the hair out wasn’t as hard as
it appeared and he collected it in a pile next to the brush.
Proud of his work, he walked to the
other end of the vanity, passing in front of the mirror. Catching a
glimpse of himself, he stopped and stared. Mentally, this was a shock. He knew he was small, but this was the
first time he had seen himself close-up in a mirror. It was different than being held in
Julie’s Hand or lying under her Foot. That
just made herlook big. Now, he was seeing himself small for
the first time. Seeing his
own reflection, compared to the size of the other things on the vanity made him
focus on his predicament. Up
until now, he had been fooling himself, thinking that he could live his life
just as he did when he was 6
feet tall. He
wanted to make all his own decisions and thought he deserved sympathy for his
situation, all the while resenting Julie for treating him any differently than
he expected. But just as he
didn’t ask to be shrunk, Julie didn’t ask to become the caretaker of a little
man either. He had never
looked at it from her perspective. He
did think she had gone too far at times, but it was something new for both of
them. They both had some
adjusting to do and so far, he had resisted all of it. Staring at himself,
he realized that, at his present size, he couldn’t live without Julie’s
help. And he probably
should show a little more gratitude to Julie for not putting him in some
institution. He was afraid
to admit it to Julie, though. His
ego would not allow it. So he decided to just try to act differently,
hoping he would never have to admit that he was wrong. Figuring out the problem always seemed
easier than actually carrying out the solution.
He didn’t feel like climbing all the
way down again and looked over the edge at a huge pile of clothes. Jumping like a stuntman, he leaped off
the edge landing squarely on the pile. Instantly, he could tell by the
smell that this was the dirty pile. One
of Julie’s workout socks bounced right on top of his face and almost made him
pass out. He quickly
climbed down of the pile and backed away. Without realizing where he was
walking, he backed right into a 3-inch high-heeled shoe and tripped over
it. It was huge and looked
big enough for him to fit inside. It
seemed like a violation of Julie’s privacy somehow, but the temptation was too
great. He had to try to get
inside so he climbed in. It
was a perfect fit. His feet
were at the toe of the shoe, resting in her toeprints, and his head rested at
the top, where her heel had made a smooth indentation. With his knees bent slightly, it was
quite comfortable. He lay
back, staring at the ceiling, wondering if he would ever be able to open up to
Julie, and before he knew it, he had dozed off.
He figured that he slept no more than
a few minutes, which actually was more like 40 minutes, and climbed out of the
shoe. Still groggy, he
slipped over the waistband of a pair of silky panty hose. A little dazed, he crawled over to the
opening, lifted up the waistband and stuck his head inside. They couldn’t be that old because they
still had a “woman’s” aroma. Without
thinking, he continued to crawl inside and ran into a white band of what seemed
to be cotton. Realizing he
was in her crotch area, he took a big wiff and reached out to touch the
cotton. If the shoe was a
privacy violation than this had to be a felony, he thought. But he continued on, driven by
curiosity, thinking he had plenty of time to get back out, and crawled inside
the leg down to the foot of the hose. The
silk felt soft against his back as he crawled. As he reached the foot, he noticed a
strong unpleasant foot smell down there. Not wanting to stay there too long he
tried to turn around in the foot of the pantyhose but kept getting stuck. Just then he heard the front door
close. “Shit!”, he thought,
“Julie’s going to be furious if she finds me.” He continued his futile struggles to
get untwisted but to no avail. He
could hear her coming down the hall. Torn
between facing her fury when she discovered him versus possibly getting stepped
on if he remained quiet, he had no choice. As Julie opened the bedroom door and
walked in, he began screaming, “Help! Help! I’m down here, don’t step on me!”
Julie looked around and then down to
see her pantyhose moving around and was immediately angered that Mark had dared
to invade her privacy. Bending
over, she grabbed the pantyhose by the ankle and lifted it up to her
face. “Just what the hell
do you think you’re doing!? This
is my room a
“So you like my smelly pantyhose, do
you?”, she asked angrily not expecting an answer. “Well we’ll just see how
much you like them after you sleep in them.” A satisfying grin appeared on her face
as she tied the panty hose leg into a knot so Mark couldn’t escape and brought
him into the bathroom and tied the other leg on to the shower curtain rod,
suspending him at eye level to her. “Please
Julie, don’t! Let me
explain. It’s not what
you’re thinking. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, I promise”, he begged
Julie had heard all these excuses
from men before. “I know
you won’t”, was her reply as she snapped off the lights and closed the bathroom
door. The smell was
overpowering. He tried moving around but it only got worse. Finally, realizing the futility of the
situation, he came to rest in the toe of her panty hose. Unfortunately, this was where the
smell was the strongest. After
almost getting sick to his stomach, he passed out.
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