You spend your night desperately trying to scale the walls for an escape. Each unsuccessful attempt adds exhaustion to your already strained body. Taking a much needed break, you slump into a corner and look around the house. It really is your old home.
“How is any of this possible?” you ask yourself as you look down at your now tiny hands. Your hands are dirty, your clothes and hair smell like the inside of Ashton’s mouth, and your joints are a strange kind of sore. You grimace at the reflection of being inside of her mouth.
With nothing better to do, you rest your head back and cl...

You spend your night desperately trying to scale the walls for an escape. Each unsuccessful attempt adds exhaustion to your already strained body. Taking a much needed break, you slump into a corner and look around the house. It really is your old home.
“How is any of this possible?” you ask yourself as you look down at your now tiny hands. Your hands are dirty, your clothes and hair smell like the inside of Ashton’s mouth, and your joints are a strange kind of sore. You grimace at the reflection of being inside of her mouth.
With nothing better to do, you rest your head back and close your eyes. What feels to be 30 seconds later, you’re startled awake by a familiar sound above you: creaky floorboards. Ashton comes skipping down the upstairs hallway. She pauses at the top of the stairs and yells down to you.
“Gooooooood morning, my sweet little toy!”
She bustles down the stairs and appears in front of you in an instant.
You instinctively turn your body away, causing displeasure to grow on Ashton’s face.

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