Her voice was loud and husky to my shrunken ears and was a big contrast from how she sounded earlier. My ears rung from the sheer volume of her voice to the extent of nearly busting an eardrum. Her once feminine voice with that sexy British accent was replaced with this loud boombox husky ear splitting thunderous boom.

My hands attempted to act as an all encompassing earplug but the sheer power of her voice overwhelmed me and caused me to collapse in her warm hand. I felt my head throbbing with the worst headache of my life. He huge looming face cascaded with her Raven colored hair which made her pale English skin look even whiter. In between my bouts of pain my thoughts went to the ridiculous scene of  "The Marshmellow Man" from the "Ghostbusters" movie due to her white skin.

As I attempted to stand on the uneven surface of her palm I felt my stomach lurch as she brought me closer to her mountain like face. Her hazel green eyes looked big enough to jump in and roll around like the hills of Ireland. One eye alone dwarfed me several times over.  Her face was too massive in scale to take in properly and trying to do so would only serve to amplify my pounding headache.

As I was trying to study her it seemed she was also trying to make out my features as well which was probably a difficult task given how small I must look to her. The wrinkles in her pale palm were like ditches to me and I was surrounded by dark hairs on all sides. To a normal man these would be nearly invisble without looking closely but to me they were thick and tall weeds.

I didn't even want to try and think about how small I must be but it was more than likely in fragments of an inch. Her massive face contained nostrils big enough for me to explore for days and stretches for miles perhaps, I don't know they are just really really big.

(Switch to Cecilia's POV, Cecilia is the "Woman")

I couldn't believe what I was now holding in the palm of my hand. I mean I could see it(barely) feel it and understand it's possibility but still in the palm of my hand stood an actual living, breathing human being. I literally held a man in the palm of my hand and could have him under my thumb as well. He  was so tiny and delicate and MINE! Being one of the richest heiresses in the world had it's benefit as daddy bought me whatever I wanted but something was missing. I was spoiled for sure but the one thing he never could give me was his time.

My mother was losely one as she simply referred to me as "Dear" and would kiss me on the cheek like an old aquantince rather than a daughter. Being nineteen and beautiful and famous like I was relationships were rather hard. I had gone through the roster of England's most notorious bachelors including Prince Harry. I needed something fresh something new....I needed an American man!

As it came to be I moved into my families Malibu home and began scouting possible prospects ranging from athletes to actors , even to fellow rich heirs.  Two months of this and it remained the same song and dance. Shallowness and fame walked hand in hand and while the tabloids ate up my relationships they became tiresome.

I had a man who didn't want me for my fame or money so most average men were out of the question. I needed a man who was out of left field but had no way of knowing how or what that was..until a month ago.

I was sitting by my pool being served hand and foot when a young man walked out of the beach home next door shirtless. He had wavy light brown hair and a fine physique not too thin but not a muscled out freak as well. He walked with a confidence of a man who knew he was so fine but not arrogant about it. He was not a famous man either but it seemed he also didn't seem to need money.

I asked my pool servant who lived next door and he told me it belonged to a former stock broker who had retired and given it to his daughter when he and his wife moved a the Hawaiin Islands. The man it seemed was her boyfriend but he came from a small town in Ohio who was going to school to be a doctor. The girl next door had met him at a park one day and they hit it off.

I asked how he knew all of this(my servant) and he told me he had talked to the man one day after helping him fix the pool's filtration system.

Smart, sexy and independant, this seemed like a man who held traits I was looking for.  Now I'm no stalker so but I felt something I needed was with this man.

Bob is giving me the stink eye right now, but I digress lets get back to the story.

To make my point I will skip ahead to where I had him in my palms now.......

Part of my daddy's company was R@R for the medical and armed services. I obtained some of daddy's secret something and administered it in the man's drink which had worked perfectly.

His tiny body standing there in my palm was almost orgasmic. My huge white palm in the backdrop served as a funny sight. I could barely make out his tiny features but I could tell everything was in perfect conditon and scale. I wanted to eat him up like a delicious piece of candy.  His tiny little hands seemed to be covering his ears as I attempted to make him aware of my intentions.

Switch to Third Person:

Cecilia took the squirming little man and put her pinky finger to his body in an attempt to calm him down. She wanted him to trust her but didn't know how and his pulse was now racing a million times over.  She shushed him and tried to calm his nerves but it only caused his pulse to quicken threatening to burst like a baby bird. She took out a rag and ripped a small piece while soaking it with a sleeping solution.

"So sorry little man but mommy needs you calm" Her massive words were not understood and Bob tried scooting away as the massive hand moved over him casting a huge shadow and forcing him to smell the solution on it causing his eyes to close and making him drift off to dreamland once more.

"Now what to do with you?" Cecilia stroked his tiny body thinking of what to do next.