I'll just text Kaitlyn and let her know. Hopefully, she doesn't freak out about me being tiny in her room.
I pull out my phone and text to Kaitlyn, “Hey, my dad and I made a shrinking suit, and I shrunk in it. Do you mind if I explore your body while I’m tiny?”
I see Kaitlyn pull out her phone, reading my text. I get a text back from her that says, “Land on my arm and we can talk about it.
Wow, I can’t believe she just believes me on the spot. I fly to her right arm and land on it, like she said to. I observe the landscape of her arm: a vast desert with short brownish-black hairs growing out of it. If I was any smaller, I'd see the skin cells that make up the ground of this desert.
Suddenly, I feel the ground move upwards like an elevator. Kaitlyn moves her arm up to her eyes to see me better. Her gigantic pupils point directly at me. I can see all the pores on her forehead and the bridge of her nose.
“Heya, Hector,” she greeted, sounding as chill as ever. “That’s an impressive suit you got there.”
“Thanks,” I answered, feeling flattered.
“You know, I actually have a shrinking suit myself,” she said, “and sometimes I go inside some of my friends for the sake of getting reference photos of the inside of the human body.”
“Really? I didn’t know that!” I said.
“Yeah, the more you know,” she said. She then asks me, “So, you wanna explore my body, right?”
“Yup,” I answered, “that’s the plan.”
“Whatever you say,” she responded. “So, where do you wanna go?”
That’s a good question. Where do I want to go?
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