Akira, Ann, and Futaba all stood still in awe, disgust, and fear, respectively. The three had never imagined anything like this to be possible. Sure, there was the shadow that turned them into rats, but that was in the Metaverse, and that could never compared to being shrunken down in reality.
Kawakami walked over to the bucket, where an already soapy mop waited. She swirled it inside the bucket, getting prepared to make the floor absolutely spotless, bugs be damned.
And those bug-sized teenagers might as well have been damned.
The three quickly realized what was going on. The giant, scantily dressed maid was going to tidy up.
Akira racked his brain. He didn’t remember calling Kawakami, nor did he leave a note. Something was wrong. He just couldn’t figure it out yet.
A mixture of disgust and terror formed in Ann's gut. If she weren't the size of a bug, she'd slap the life out of Akira for ordering a maid service, especially since that maid was their homeroom teacher. Their position on the floor, gave them a rather personal view underneath the maid uniform. If she survived this, Ann could never look at her teacher the same way again.
Futaba immediately hid behind Akira, as if that would help her. However, she knew that wouldn't protect her as much as she felt it did. He flight response only kicked in high gear as the giantess dropped the mop onto the floor.
“Uh, guys,” Futaba said, tugging on Akira’s arm. “I think we should make like a tree, and get out of here!”
Ann and Akira nodded, running off away from the path of the massive maid. The three ran as fast as they could until they took relative shelter under Akira’s coffee table. It was a temporary refuge, however. If Kawakami felt like being thorough tonight, then they’d be washed away very quickly.
“Okay,” Ann spoke, breathless. “We’re tiny, our homeroom teacher’s here, and she’s hell bent on cleaning this room dressed as a sexy maid for some reason.”
Akira nodded. “What now?”
“We could get her attention,” Futaba offered. “She’s your teacher, right? Surely she can recognize you two.”
Akira looked to Ann, who was still trying to process what was going on. “Sounds like that’s all we can do. Who knows when we’re going to change back or get rescued.”
“Right, we just need to get the attention of our homeroom teacher, who’s a GIANT SEXY MAID!”
“Details, details,” Akira brushed off.
Futaba nodded. “Yeah, I’ve read Doujinshi’s weirder than this.”
The two older teenagers stared at her.
“Eh, heh.” Futaba blushed. “Uh, what? The internet's a weird place if you're on it for too long. Forget I said anything.”
“So we try to climb her, right?” Ann asked, changing the subject, much to Futaba’s relief.
“Seems like it,” Akira answered. “We get as close as we can to her face, and hopefully she recognizes us.”
“Alright!” Futaba cheered, pumping her fist. “Operation: Hot Maid is a go!”
Once again, the others stared at her.
“How about another name?” Ann suggested.
“Operation: Hot Teacher?”
Ann blanched. "That's somehow even worse!"
“You know what?” Akira asked. “Let's put a pin in that and try to top that later. Let's just get to work.”
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