(Oh hey, it's another short story from me!)

I sighed as the familiar sensation of tasting carpet entered my mouth, while the hard, rubbery sole of a sneaker pinned me to the ground. This position was getting all the more familiar.

"Where do you think you're going, nerd?" A voice rang out from overhead. She seemed to be trying to make her voice sound deeper, with limited success. Was this an impression I wasn't up to speed on? Before I could speak up, her shoe was off of me and her fingers had snatched me off the ground. As I skated through the air, I turned my head to look at my captor, and... Was she wearing jeans and an oversized hoodie? Yep. Yep she was. That hoodie used to be mine before I shrank down. Seeing how big my old clothes looked on her made for a hard reminder of how much my body had changed since I first got the hoodie. I felt a twinge of sadness at first, but then my eyes drifted up towards her face. She appeared to be wearing sunglasses that didn't fit her face. She had a baseball cap on backwards like she was trying to pass for cool in the 90's.

"... Justin Bieber?" I asked, confused.

She squeezed my waist between her fingers for that remark. I'm not quite sure I deserved that.

"Heya, nerd." She said with her poor attempt at a bro's voice. "You finish my homework yet?"

I blinked. "Liz, what are you doing?"

She sighed and took off her sunglasses. "Remember the other night when I asked if you'd be okay with me getting more pushy, and you said you'd be okay with me bullying you a bit when we're playing with the size stuff? Consider yourself bullied. Nerd."

"Okay." I said. "Not exactly what I meant, but I get the logic. And... Is the wardrobe and weird Patrick Warburton impression necessary?"

"Shut up! I'm getting into character! If you're okay with doing this again some time, I wanna add some tape to your tiny little glasses and buy you some tiny jeans with itty bitty pocket protectors." She smiled and gave me a bit of a hungry look before frowning again. "Actually while we're on the subject, do you know anything about writing a research paper?"

I thought back to my college days. "Yeah. Why?"

"I do actually have one coming up in history class at university. I was hoping maybe you could help me get it done. It's due in 3 weeks. We just got the assignment sheet yesterday. 10 pages minimum on the Election of 1912 and the 4 candidate's beliefs. You in?"

I thought it over. "Wait, I think I remember that one. Roosevelt ran against his former VP and that uh... That socialist guy... I think they all lost to a Klansmen or something. Am I thinking of the right year? I dunno. Either way, yeah I can help you with that. You promise not to give me any swirlies, and you've got a deal."

She smiled warmly. "Thanks honey! You're the best!" I could smell the bubblegum on her breath. Apparently she had really gone in on the school jock vibe. Her sunglasses slid back over her eyes in a practiced motion before speaking again with her jock voice. "So you got any lunch money, dweeb?"

Back to business then. I pretended to shake uncontrollably in fear. "Uh... Listen, I don't have any today, but I'll get you my lunch money before Friday. I'll even throw in my milk money too. Okay?"

With one finger, she started rubbing the top of my head amd have me an extra wide noogie. "Then it sounds like some punishment is in order."

"What are you gonna do to me?" I asked, a little curious. "You gonna give me a wedgie?"

"No actually. You're gonna give me one!" I let out a squeak as she swung me around and started lowering my tiny body towards her jean-covered rear. "See how you like it in there!" One quick squeeze later, and I was plunged into total darkness.