Transfixed on the tiny girl on bedsheets below, your mind cycles through all the things you could do with her at such small scale, and in this blinding blur of possibilities you reach out with your hand and flick the transposer from her weak grip. It tumbles through the dusty air as a paper football and lands on a pillow by the wall, surprisingly springing back to its original size.
Angelina shrieks, "What did you do that for!? You could have..!" she has little time to finish her thoughts as your hand continues its descent upon her. Wrapping your fingers around her body applies interesting pressures against your palm, and she fights back first with words, "Ahh!! Stop that! Put me down!" Then with her fists pounding on your skin, which offers an amusing nuisance, she struggles.
You tell her with calm conviction, "You don't have any power little girl." She takes aghast offense to your words, but she cannot defend herself as you begin undressing her doll-like figure. Her tough garments tear away from her body with effortless ease in your hands, and her resisting only seemed to undo her clothes more quickly. Your eyes widen at the encapsulation of beauty resting naked in the palm of your hand. Almost beyond your control, your fingers begin to glide up and down her whole body. She shouts out as she fights back your fingertips, "Scott! What are you going to do with me!?"
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