Brianna pulled on the white doll boots with some difficulty. They weren't like the usual type, since they didn't have zippers to make getting them on her feet easier. They weren't leather or anything like that, either. They seemed to have been fashioned out of some kind of stretchy fabric that had been glued to a very hard sole. They fit snugly, but were uncomfortable as hell, at least at first. After a few moments of walking around, though, she figured they were all right.
She stood up and looked herself over in the gigantic mirror. The outfit fit surprisingly well, considering it had been designed for a doll, but the material was coarse and uncomfortable. It didn't come with a bra, so she had to resort to the one she'd been wearing, for she had no intention of walking around in the cutoff shirt without anything on underneath. That was where she drew the line!
Actually, she didn't look half bad, she thought, turning around to make sure nothing was hanging out inappropriately. As she thought about it, she realized this was the first time in her life she'd ever worn a cheerleader costume. Why any woman would want to put something like this on and cavort around in front of a stadium full of people was beyond her. Still, it certainly would attract the eye...but then she was never one to show off her attributes this way.
At length there was a knock on the door. "Brianna?" Andrew's voice called. "Are you done? Oh, I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the water running. I'll give you thirty seconds and then I'm coming in."
That gave her enough time to steel herself and figure out exactly how she'd react. She had a pretty good idea. She just wanted to be as nonchalant as possible about it.
Finally the door opened and he came in. He saw her immediately, for she was standing on the countertop expectantly. Eyes wide, he leaned down to look at her, apparently entranced. She smiled up at him and pirouetted. "What do you think?" she asked. "Pretty cute, huh?"
"Um, yeah," he replied, blushing a bit. Absently, he reached over and shut off the water, but his eyes never left her. "You look fantastic, Brianna. That looks soooo good on you."
"I'm just wondering, what made you think of something like this?" she called up to him. "There were so many other things you could've bought for me."
"Well, I, uh..." he stammered. "I just, well, I saw it there, and, it looked like it was you, that's all."
Brianna grinned. It was working! She'd managed to turn his face completely beet red. She stifled a giggle and said, "What else did you pick out for me?"
He had to turn away now, he was so embarrassed. "Just the dresses you saw," he said. "And one other thing."
"Oh, really?" she asked. "What's that? Can I see it?"
"I suppose," he answered with a sigh, putting his hand down for her to climb into. She stepped up into his palm and sat back comfortably, bending one leg and looking up at him demurely. He walked out of the room, staring at her so closely he almost stepped into the door frame. That caused Brianna to crack up laughing, and Andrew's face darkened even further. He tore his eyes away from her and forced himself to watch where he was going.
He went back out to the den and set her down next to the dollhouse. Then he rummaged through the boxes until he found the one he wanted and set it down in front of her. "Go on, open it," he said with a smile, the flush finally fading from his cheeks.
Trying to hide her trepidation, Brianna walked over and started pulling the lid off the container. She was almost afraid to look inside. If it was something really obnoxious like bondage gear or a flimsy negligee, she hated to think what might be on Andrew's mind.
She finally opened it and saw, to her surprise, that it was nothing quite so dangerous, yet still just a little worrisome. It was a little yellow bikini. She hesitated, not sure how to react to that.
"I was thinking," said Andrew without prompting, "you might want to go for a swim in the tub or something. Or, if you like, you can find a spot near the window where the sun's coming in and work on a tan."
She picked up the little outfit. There wasn't much there, but then, it was swimwear, after all. "Thank you, Andrew," she told him. "That's very thoughtful. I might do just that."
"Good," he told her. "Tell you what, I'm going to go do some yard work now, like I said, and I want you to be comfortable in here. If you want to get some exercise, I rigged up a little ladder for you while you were in having a shower. You should be able to get to the floor and wander around the house. Don't worry, I don't have any pets. If you go in the living room, you'll probably find a nice sunbeam to lay in for a while."
She walked over to the edge of the table and looked to see what Andrew was talking about. He'd taken a slab of wood and crudely nailed some flat pieces to it at reasonably regular intervals. It did indeed look like she'd be able to get up and down easily enough. "Thanks!" she said. "I really appreciate everything you're doing for me, Andrew. I hope I'm not being too much of a burden."
"Not at all," he replied with a smile. "You're too small to be a burden on anything. I'll be back in later and we can watch a movie or something, all right?"
"Sure," she replied, and with that, he turned and left the room. Brianna watched him go with a smile on her face. He sure was nice, she thought, and it had been fun watching him get embarrassed like that. He seemed like the kind of guy she could really hit it off with, if only she weren't so damn small. Once she got back to normal, she figured she'd have to give it a shot. Maybe he was different from the others, and would give her more than a few days before bailing on the relationship.
She went back into the dollhouse and checked it out for a bit. It was nice and all, she thought, but there was nothing to do here. Perhaps some exploring was indeed in order. It might even be interesting to see a house from a completely different point of view.
Brianna went over to the ladder and started down. It was slanted quite a bit, so she felt completely safe descending, even though the wood was rough under her hands. When she got to the floor, she took a few steps and then halted, looking around. This was her first time on the ground, and now, seeing everything from a height of five inches, she was amazed at how humongous the place was. The desk and chairs towered above her like skyscrapers, and the ceiling was a dull white sky far above. The carpet she was standing on, which fortunately wasn't shag, seemed to squish under her feet as though she were moving about on a sea of beanbag cushions.
Cautiously she made her way to the hall. Here, the massive house continued. She stuck to the side panels, afraid that Andrew might come back in and step on her by accident, but then she heard the rumbling roar of a lawnmower just outside and relaxed. He'd be out there for a while, she figured.
She spent half an hour exploring the ground floor. It was just like any normal house, she thought, though the furnishings were somewhat sparse. A typical bachelor pad. He had what looked like a great entertainment center, too, with a wide-screen TV, immense stereo system, and speakers mounted all over the place.
Though she thought she might be able to climb the giant stairs, she avoided them and headed back to the living room. A rectangle of sunlight was coming in through the window, and she went over to check it out. It was warm and seemed to beckon to her, and as she stood there awash in its glow, she noticed a brown bottle of suntan lotion placed nearby. Andrew had obviously thought ahead.
With a smile, she decided to give it a shot. She hadn't really spent any time on her tan all year, and what better opportunity would she have? There wasn't much else to do, anyway, for someone her size. She hurried back to the den and climbed the ladder without any difficulty at all.
Grabbing the yellow bathing suit, she hurried back to the sunbeam and quickly changed. The lawnmower was still going outside, so she had no reason to fear Andrew might walk in on her while she put the suit on. The bikini fit nicely, though it, too, was a bit rough against her skin. Not so badly that she couldn't wear it, though. It wasn't as if she was going to run a marathon in it, after all.
Now she just had to get some of the tanning lotion on. She kicked over the bottle, and with some effort pried open the dispenser tip on the lid. Then she climbed up on the container and started jumping up and down in an effort to get some lotion out, but nothing happened. She just didn't weigh enough to force anything through the tip.
Then she had another idea. She walked around to the front and reached her little arm inside the hole, scooping up a blob of thick white goo from the interior. Success! She slathered this on, covering herself from head to toe until her whole body glistened. Then she stepped into the sunlight and stretched out on the soft white carpet.
It was indeed comfortable, she thought. The sun was wonderfully warm, and she relaxed in its glow until she finally fell asleep.
Outside, a grinning Andrew turned away from the side window and went back to his yard work.