“How are you? Sharon? Are you OK in there?””
To tiny Sharon the voice was very very deep, almost below her hearing range. She was still feeling strange, but gradually she drifted awake. Where was she? Everything seemed so hazy. She stood up and tried to make sense of her surroundings.
She had no idea that she was only a foot tall, and in her own old dolls’-house. As far as she knew, she was lying naked in a strange room where everything was a bit clumsy and plastic and... well, very pink. Pink or silver, or both.
She looked through the (pink plastic) cupboards and drawers , looking for something to wear. Pretty well everything was pink or white, nylon or fluffy. She found some pink nylon panties and matching bra - they were a little tight - and a skirt that was very stiff but almost see-through. For her feet she found some very glittery white plastic shoes which to her surprise fitted perfectly.
Then...
Fri Jul 01 05:15:33 2011