She just looked up at him after that, crossing her arms and tapping a foot on the smooth countertop. "Well?" she asked with feigned irritation.Brianna sighed with relief as Andrew finally left the doll shop and got back in the car. She'd been deathly afraid that he would reveal her to the proprietor, but so far, he was living up to his promises. After all, he could've just whipped her out and said, "What do you have to fit someone who's been shrunk?" Thank God he hadn't! She would've just died from embarrassment.
Once in the car, he let her out of the pocket again, since he knew she was uncomfortable in there. She wasted no time in scooting down to the floor level, where she stretched out and tried to relax. The motion of the car shook her relentlessly as he drove, and each time she looked up at him, she found him staring back at her. Was he even bothering to watch the road?
Under any other circumstances she'd have been flattered to get as much attention as Andrew seemed to be lavishing on her. Now, though, she couldn't tell if it was because he liked her or if it was just because she was five inches high. God...five inches! The reality of it still threatened to overwhelm her. She really owed that doctor a good pounding when this was all over!
Eventually, Andrew arrived at his destination and collected her again, taking her inside along with the boxes. He picked her up effortlessly, as if she were all but weightless. It still felt really weird to be held in someone's palm like that, and his skin seemed to be a lot warmer than she would've thought. He certainly enjoyed carrying her that way, though, considering how much he stared at her while doing so.
Once he got back inside, Andrew went straight to his den and started setting up the dollhouse. He set tiny Brianna on the table while he cleared it of everything except a lamp, leaving her to stand and watch while he put her home in place and then added the furniture a piece at a time. When it was finished, she walked inside, climbed the little plastic stairs, and tested the bed.
"Well, what do you think?" asked Andrew proudly.
"It's nice," she replied. "The bed's very soft--I think I'll be comfortable enough. Thanks, Andrew, I really appreciate it."
"Well, I'm supposed to take care of you, so I figure this is the least I can do," he replied. With a chuckle, he added, "Besides, I'm taking the cost of this stuff out of the doctor's fee."
She laughed, climbing back down the stairs and out onto the tabletop. "I wonder if he gets that a lot?"
"If he does this same stupid exercise, I wouldn't doubt it," said Andrew. "Well, what do you want to do now? We've got the whole rest of the day, you know."
"I've got no idea," she replied. "I don't want to go out like this, so maybe I should just sit and watch some TV. I think I can do that, anyway."
"I've got some yard work I have to take care of, lawn mowing and stuff like that," said Andrew with a twinkle in his eye. "I'll bet you wouldn't be interested in helping do some weeding, would you?"
"Oh, God, no!" she gasped in horror. "Out there--with giant bugs and stuff running around?" She gave a visible shudder.
He just laughed. "Don't worry, Brianna, I won't make you go out again unless you ask."
"Well, I won't ask, I promise," she told him, walking across the table to the bag he'd left there. She kicked at it absently, annoyed at how it towered over her like a crinkly building. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get cleaned up," she suggested. "Can you get me a clean dress and take me to a sink or something so I can get a shower? I want to get out of these dirty clothes."
"Sure," he agreed, reaching into the bag and taking out the boxes of clothing he'd purchased. Then he put his palm out and waited while she climbed into it again. With just a few giant strides he took her into the hall bathroom, where he deposited her next to the sink. Then he turned on the water and tested it with his finger until it seemed to him to be comfortably warm.
She just looked up at him after that, crossing her arms and tapping a foot on the smooth countertop. "Well?" she asked with feigned irritation.
"What?" he asked innocently.
"You're not just going to stand there and watch me, are you?"
"Um, well, I guess not," he replied, blushing slightly. "Here, you can get some soap out of the dispenser. I'll put something for you to wear over here, okay?" With that, he took one of the boxes, verified discreetly that it was the one he wanted, and set it off to the side.
"Thanks," she replied, waiting patiently for him to leave.
"No problem," he told her, departing with what seemed to her like only great reluctance. As she shut the door behind him, she grinned to herself, shaking her head. He was awfully cute when he was embarrassed like that, she thought.
Brianna took off her dirty clothes and deposited them in a pile next to the sink, occasionally glancing up to make sure he wasn't peeking in the door. Each time, she was relieved to see the portal remained securely shut. What would she do, though, if she saw his giant eye there looking back at her? Probably just scream and cover herself as best she could, she figured. He didn't seem the type to do something like that, though. After all, if he was, wouldn't he have already tried something? So far he'd been nothing but gentle with her. In that respect, she figured, she was fortunate she'd wound up in his hands (literally) and not those of someone less honorable.
With some effort she managed to squeeze out a blob of liquid soap, which she cradled in her palms as she slid down into the immense curving basin. Testing the water with her foot, she found it acceptably warm and stepped underneath it. The soap was already dribbling away, so she quickly rubbed it over herself. It at once surprised her with how thick its lather was and how gigantic the bubbles were. Everything, even soap, was massive to her now, apparently.
As she cleaned herself from head to toe as best she could, she idly wondered what it was that had brought someone as nice as Andrew to the psychiatrist's office in the first place. She knew why she was there, but what about him? Did he have some kind of problem caring for things? Perhaps that was why she'd been given to him--the doctor was killing two birds with one stone! She just wished he'd asked her before trying something so radical. There's no way she would've agreed to this if she'd known what he'd planned for her.
When the last of the soap had finally been washed away, she climbed out of the sink and walked her dripping self over to the hand towels hanging from the wall. Fortunately, they dangled low enough for her to reach, so in a moment she was dry again. Since the water was so much larger than normal, her hair seemed to be hardly wet at all, as though the liquid couldn't penetrate all the way into her long black locks.
Still glancing back to make sure Andrew wasn't watching, she went over to the box where he'd put her new clothes. The white container was about the same size she was, so it was something of a struggle to pry the lid off. When she did, though, she reached in to withdraw one of the pretty dresses she'd picked out, only to find something unexpected. It wasn't a dress at all--it was a little cheerleader costume!
She lifted it out of the box and stared at it in disbelief. The outfit was little more than a pleated red micro-miniskirt and a white T-shirt with a wide, crimson collar. The shirt was cut off partway down, so as to leave her midriff exposed, and the bright red panties were attached to a set of gold suspenders. A little pair of white go-go boots rounded out the insulting ensemble.
Brianna threw down the costume angrily. Did he really expect her to wear that obnoxious thing? Well, obviously he did, because the box was otherwise empty. Her only choice was to put it on, or go back to her dirty clothes.
She stepped towards them, but then glanced back at the cheerleader suit dubiously. It probably wouldn't hurt to wear it, she thought, and besides, she owed Andrew for helping her out. Still, it looked demeaning as hell, and it might give him some really wrong ideas. He'd obviously put it in here, though, expecting her to put it on. If she didn't, what would he do? Force her to?
She doubted that. He could've forced her to do lots of things before now, but hadn't. This was probably just his idea of a joke. Well, she thought, she'd play along with that little game. If she put her old clothes back on or got mad, it'd just prove he'd gotten the better of her. She already felt humiliated enough being five inches tall, anyway. But if she put on the costume, and pretended it didn't bother her, she might well turn the tables on his little prank.
With a satisfied grin, she started to pull on the skimpy outfit, already rehearsing in her mind what she'd say when he returned.