There was something moving underneath the rich, red comforter that adorned the bed. It wiggled furiously, like some tiny animal trapped in the clutches of a naughty child. Drew watched it in puzzlement for a few moments, then cautiously made his way to the side of the bed. He stood there for quite some time, weighing his options, and silently wishing that the wiggling would stop. It didn’t. Drew took a deep breath, and gave the tiny lump a gentle poke.
“Hey!” a tiny, but strangely familiar, voice came from beneath the comforter. Drew shook his head, as if to clear it. He took another deep (and slightly quavery) breath, and gingerly pulled the comforter away from the lump, then took an involuntary step backwards.
Staring up at him from the bed was a figure that could not have been more than seven inches tall. She was dressed in nothing but a lacy red bra with matching panties. When the cool air from the room hit her bare skin, she began to shiver uncontrollably. She looked up at Drew, and her tiny jaw dropped.
“Oh, shit,” Drew said in surprise. The teeny woman continued to stare at him in utter silence. Her hair, tousled either from sleep or from her struggle to free herself from the comforter, was cut in a short, choppy style, and had bright pink streaks mixed in with black. Her tiny little body was quite voluptuous, her breasts heaving so violently that they threatened to spill from her bra. She inhaled sharply, and dropped to her knees, curling her minuscule arms around herself. She began to rock back and forth, mumbling, and sneaking glances at Drew. He continued to stare at her in disbelief, his mouth hanging open. He racked his brain for some sort of substance that he could have ingested to cause crazy hallucinations. He thought about this for a good long while as the tiny woman continued her agitated rocking. He finally ruled out drugs, but could not fully accept the sight that he was seeing.
Meanwhile, the figure on the bed had come to grips with her situation. She stopped her rocking, and slowly got to her feet, as if she doubted that her tiny body could support the sudden weight on her shoulders. She gave a resigned sigh, and gazed up at him, with a frown on her face.
“You look pretty stupid with your mouth hanging open like that,” she said to him, attempting to cover her chest with her arms. Drew’s mouth snapped shut. He lowered himself to the floor so that he could get a closer look. No doubt about it, it was definitely her. No one else would respond to such a situation by telling him how stupid he looked.
“ Well, you look pretty crazy with your arms crossed over your chest that way,” he retorted. “It’s not like you have anything there that I haven’t seen.” She uncrossed, then re-crossed, her arms over her chest, this gesture more defiance than anything. It also served to push her generous breasts upward, and Drew’s eyes lingered on them for a moment. She glared at him with all the ferocity that her tiny little body could manage.
“You always said you liked little breasts,” she shot back, her eyes flashing, “and I always did try to give you whatever you wanted.” Anger was the only kind of defense she had in something like this. She tried to hold on to the anger, turning it over in her mouth, savoring the taste. Unfortunately, as soon as it came, it was gone again. She stood, letting the full weight of the situation hit her. The strength went out of her legs, and she collapsed to the bed, and began to sob. Drew reached to console her, and then realized that he would probably just make things worse. She was really too small for him to touch her. Her tiny little body shook with her sobs, and he lightly stroked her head. She gave a frightened twitch, then looked up at him, microscopic tears glimmering on her doll-like cheeks.
“What am I supposed to do, Drew?” she tearfully asked him. He looked at her in silence, trying to think of an answer to her question. She gazed at him so trustingly that it almost broke his heart. He took her tiny hands and gently pulled her to her feet.
“It’s okay,” he said. “I’ll take care of you till we figure this out.” She continued to look at him, her mind turning the situation over in her head, attempting to determine what needed to be done. Her proud little shoulders slumped, and she gave another resigned sigh.
“Well, you got your wish,” she said, somewhat bitterly. “Your ex-girlfriend is now the perfect size to carry around in your pocket.”