She carefully takes your torso between her thumb and index finger and lifts you to her face.
"My goodness," she says, "You really are so tiny. Not like the land-folk I've seen in their boats." She starts fiddling with your arms and legs, turning you over in her hands, pinching here or there. "You're about the size of the pictures in the books. Just how many sizes do humans come in?"
"J-just the one, usually." You manage to say. You're not prone to motion sickness, but the way she's moving you around could test anyone.
"Really?" She has you upside-down and she's holding your legs apart. You become incredibly aware of your own nudity, especially as she gets a closer look. "So this isn't a normal thing for you?"
"Definitely not." You say. She's moving your legs this way and that, watching them bend, careful not to hurt you. She turns you upright again, then lays you on your back in her palm. With her other hand, she runs her finger over your backside, and then slips it up to feel your front. You grit your teeth and blush like crazy.
"Then what did happen to you?" She asks. She's brought you close there face again and you can feel her hot breath as her curious gaze keeps traveling over your naked form. You make an effort to cover yourself with your hands, but she just pulls your arms up.
"I don't know." You say, "I was in my bedroom, bored out of my mind, and I..."
She stops messing with you. "You what?"
"I... made a wish."
"A wish?!" In her excitement, she closes her hand sharply around you. You're not crushed, but you're definitely not comfortable. "So then this is magic! I can help with that!"
She suddenly realizes what she did and opens her hand.
"Oh my gosh!" She says, setting you down gently on the rock. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
You lie there for a moment, catching your breath before you try to say anything. "No." You manage to say between breaths. "No, no, I'm fine. Just fine."
"That's a relief." She says. "You can take a lot of punishment for something your size, then."
You get to your feet. "I'd rather not put that to the test." You say. "What do you mean you can help?"
"Well..." She looked away, embarrassed. "I mean... my dad has a magic trident. Maybe we could use it to get you back to normal size."
"That's great!"
"It's just..." She searched for the words. "I don't think he'll be very cooperative. Dad doesn't exactly like humans. Or people touching his trident." You deflate visibly, and she's quick to add, "I'm really sorry. Maybe I can talk to him and get him to make an exception?"
Before you can reply, a voice from the sea says "Talk to who?"
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