author: UnderHerToes
You cannot recall pulling the trigger, or even reversing the dial, but undeniably it happens in such sudden splash of light. The white wave washes forth, crashing against the shores of the two sisters, then ebbs, receding invisibly into empty space while the evidence of its impact remains. Two miniature women, Barbie-sized brunettes in brunch-casual clothes, stand tall before you, though still adrift, unaware. It doesn't take long though.
"Scott!" Tracy shouts, the taste of disgust traveling from her tongue to yours. "What did you do that for!?" Her tiny, red toenails twinkle as she hurries with a shuffling of feet to rescue Jenna who seems to sink in this situation, staring up at you in stunned silence. "Scott! Answer me!"
Her call is like the snapping of fingers to a hypnotist's spellbinding, you fall through the floor into reality once more, catching your head in one hand, "What happened?" Your already down-gazing eyes notice Tracy and Jenna anchored below, "Tracy! Jenna! I didn't," you try to think, but the attempt is not a total success, "I didn't do this! Or, I didn't mean to! I don't know. I'm sorry!" You press your palm to a profusely perspiring forehead, hoping to find the missing time.
Jenna squeaks, "He's, he's huge. But, Tracy, how?"
Tracy shakes her head to her sister's ear, "I'll explain later, sis." she turns back up to you, "Or better yet, we can have Scott explain after he brings us back to normal! Right, Scott?" You kneel down and apologize again and again, though still you loom, lord over these dolls of women waiting to be saved. Patience wears thin rapidly, and Tracy shouts, "Fix! Now!"
Your head snaps to the command, "Okay, okay. Get inside the house." Together they hurry through the partly open door, Tracy at half pace, giving her other half to push Jenna along as her eyes never stray from your towering figure. You follow the girls inside and quickly close the door, the slam striking Tracy to shriek with a startled leap.
The girls lead the way to the sofa, and ask you to lift them up to the seat. Setting the transposer on the coffee table, you take each little woman in gentle hands, their bodies warm and sensuous to the touch. Tracy gives you a cold, watchful eye as you hold Jenna a bit more firmly than you did her. The task complete, you take residence in the large armchair opposite the sofa, the transposer's illuminating eye looking straight at you.
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