------ Chapter 3 ------

          I nearly blew a mental gasket as I feverishly tried to figure everything out. It was enough to give me a mini panic attack.

          Last I knew, I had gone to bed in the real world. Nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary. I wasn’t insane or had taken any mind altering drugs or anything like that. Next thing I know, I wake up in some bizarre pseudo-reality where all the women are towering giants.  To them I’m only about a foot and a half tall.

          I glanced about to confirm that. It was true. Every single woman I laid eyes upon easily towered over me. Furthermore, I began to note a severe lack of men. In fact, I didn’t see any.

         This wasn’t a dream. It couldn’t be. It was way too life like and way too shocking for me to not bolt awake at any moment.

          Should I tell someone? Should I scream at the top of my lungs, begging for answers? Panic coursed through me as my thoughts raced. I struggled to get a hold of myself.

          No. That likely wouldn’t do any good. Now wasn’t the time to be irrational, especially with all these monstrous women around. Obviously, to everyone else in this reality, there was nothing out of the ordinary with the way things were. I’d appear crazy if I spoke out.

          I paused for a bit, breathing deep breaths. Above me, absolutely unaware of my plight, my giant sister cruised along. At her height her powerful strides were so lengthy that she was travelling as fast as I would have been able to run, yet she was merely strolling. It was amazing to see.

          Clearing my mind, I decided that I needed to calm down and approach this logically. For the most part, the world was exactly the same as it always was- things were where they were supposed to be. The only major difference was that women were now gigantic, and men…. well, I hadn’t seen another one yet, which was a bit disturbing.

          So it was a society with giant women, and few to no men. I began to wonder what that would mean, and decided that I needed answers. Luckily, Alison was apparently carrying me to school.

         School! At that moment I hatched a plan. If everything was exactly like it used to be, then I should be able to head over to the school library. If I could get my hands on some books, particularly history books, perhaps that would clear some things up for me. At the very least, I could compare some differences between this giant world and the normal one. I’d have to skip first period, but it would be totally worth it!

          Immediately, I began to feel slightly better with that thought. Just knowing that I had a chance at getting some answers helped alleviate my impending panic attack.

          Alison came up to the corner of the block, and I knew that in order for her to drop me off at school she’d need to walk straight and cross the street. Yet, she stopped.

          “All right squirt, here’s where you get off…” Her hand reached across and clasped me around my chest. “But first, a parting gift from me to you!”

           The tone of her voice was one of malice. Her feminine fingers wrapped tightly around me. Fearful, I looked up at her, and beheld her massive face, glaring down at me with a mischievous intent.

         Her left arm started lifting above her head. I began to plead as she bit her lower lip and frowned.

          “Hey! Alison! Listen -”

         Without warning, she shoved me upwards, planting my face firmly in the moist recess of her exposed armpit.

         “C’mon deodorant! I worked up a sweat carrying you this far. The least you can do is clean me up!”

          Disgustingly, she rubbed me up and down, slathering my face with her armpit sweat. Giggling at my powerlessness, she transferred me to her other arm, and repeated the process. Her feminine odor overpowered me as her smooth armpit skin rasped against my face.

          Finished with her humiliating efforts, she held me at arm’s length, admiring her handiwork. My face was drenched in salty, disgusting sweat, and I coughed slightly.

          “Much better!” Alison announced with a devilish smirk. Her expression softened slightly, as she pulled me in for a tight embrace.

          Planted against her cleavage, she crushed me with her titanic arms, and murmured softly, “Have a good day at school Dean. Remember, I need you to paint my nails when we get home tonight, ok?”

          With that, she lowered me down to ground level, smiled, and walked away, her strides carrying her vast distances.

          I was utterly confused. My sister had transformed from humiliatingly cruel to sweet and tender in a matter of seconds. The worst part about it was that because I was so small there wasn’t anything I could really do to stop her. I really hoped that this wasn’t an everyday thing…