Rebecca didn't want to be here. She'd much rather be in Miami Beach like her friends were for Spring Break but her mother had insisted on dragging her and her younger brother to Spain for this “once in a lifetime vacation opportunity” saying that 16 was too young for a girl to be going to Miami without adult supervision anyway. Rebecca didn’t understand why her mom found this idea so appealing. Apparently this tour company was advertising the history and culture of Europe by being the first to offer Americans vacations to the continent but the history wasn't that impressive when all those old buildings were barely bigger than shoeboxes (and Rebecca had been tempted to put her shoe through a good few of those buildings) and the culture didn’t really matter to her because why would she care about the little bug sized people at her feet. 

The resort wasn't even that good either. Europe didn't have many “American friendly” buildings yet so they slept in a marquee provided by the company that served as a makeshift hotel room complete with beds, a fridge and a stove, with portable toilet and shower outside all set up in a clearing a couple of feet (or a few hundred meters for the locals) from the resort for the Spanish people. The resort itself was nothing special, most of the buildings, 6 story apartment complexes, barely reached the waist of her 116’ tall frame and the tallest, a 10 story complex, was still barely taller than Max, her annoying 14 year old brother. None of that mattered to Rebecca though, the only thing she was interested in was tanning on the beach. To get there, she had to walk through the tiny village adjacent to the resort, along a street that lead directly to the sea front. She had to admit it was amusing seeing the effect simply walking through the street had on the local populace. People turned and ran in terror when they saw her approaching, motorists abandoned their vehicles in the street to escape her and anyone who could get indoors did. Even at her size, Rebecca could still see a few heads nervously peeking out from behind the curtains of homes. Every step produced an earthquake that measured a little past 1 on the richter scale, knocking the locals in close proximity to her off balance and even causing some to fall to the ground. The sound of her flip-flop clad feet hitting the pavement sounded like gunshots to the Spanish and many covered their ears to drown out the sound. Eventually she arrived at the beach, only to find it packed with tiny beachgoers. She removed her footwear and put them in her handbag and set about finding a spot to lie down. In truth this task wasn’t that difficult. Whenever she encountered any sunbathers, all she had to do to get them out of her way was lift her foot over them, and the sight of her giant bare sole hovering above them was enough to get them to move as quickly as they could. On top of this, every step she took kicked up heaps of sand onto those nearby,

further clearing people away. Finally, when she got far enough onto the beach that she could lie back, she began to slowly sit down. Any remaining beachgoers caught beneath her gigantic bikini clad butt quickly evacuated leaving her plenty of room to lie down without crushing anybody. That was one of the few benefits of coming to Europe, in America she was just an average girl, slightly above average height, went to school with average friends, but to these Europeans, she was, colossal, the size of a large apartment building and the locals knew better than to defy an American, well most of them.

As she was lying on the beach, a beach that was barely long enough for her to lay down without getting her toes wet, drinking a bottle of coke that was as tall as a double decker bus for a Spaniard, she was disturbed from her sunbathing by the distant sound of somebody yelling. No, not distant, when Rebecca turned her head she saw a little Spanish person right in front of her, yelling in her face ‘Move you giant bitch you’re blocking the whole beach’. She couldn’t believe it, a local, talking to her like that! The tour company had run a rigorous screen process to make sure that none of the tourists would harm the locals but they didn't prepare her for if they disrespected her, an American! Who could crush his whole home underfoot! She had a good mind to punt the little guy halfway across Spain but she wasn’t bothered enough to get up from where she lay. Instead, she simply inhaled and then blew what, to her, was a light breeze but to the minuscule beach goer in front of her was a hurricane force wind. The force of the gust was enough to send the man flying 50 yards down the beach and unfortunately for the natives, he wasn’t the only one affected. Rebecca’s exhalation had sent any Spanish people nearby flying and wreaked havoc along the beachfront . Sand was thrown up, towels flew about, nearby buildings shuddered, some losing their canopies and an ice cream truck even tipped over. Laughing at all the chaos she had caused as an American by simply blowing out of her mouth she went back to basking in the sunlight. 

Meanwhile Max, her brother, was out exploring the resort and adjacent town. Obviously he couldn't make benefit of any of the facilities, the hotel pool was barely deep, wide or long enough to put his feet in so he just used it as a basin to cool his feet in but eventually the tiny natives had gotten tired of truck sized feet taking up the whole pool and had the lifeguard kick him out. He obeyed, even though the lifeguard tower didn't even come up to his knee, and went back to his exploration. Even if he couldn't  enter any of the buildings it was still cool to walk around the town among the little buildings. To his fellow Americans, he was an average 14 year old he was short for his age (and in general) and pretty skinny but here, he was little over 100 feet tall. He felt like Godzilla, everywhere he went people turned and ran or made for the relative safety of nearby buildings (as if Max wasn't bigger than all the buildings anyway), cars the size of the toy ones he had back at home screeched to a halt at his feet. Traffic jams formed around him as late afternoon traffic ran into this colossal pre-teen and all it took was a simple raising of the foot to clear them away, the thought of ending up beneath the bare sole of the American enough to scare the drivers into action. Every footstep caused a mini earthquake for the Europeans. He had to crouch to look into most of the apartment buildings and when he did look through the little windows he saw terrified 3 inch tall people in rooms with little doll house furniture. 

Eventually he came across a basketball court with some people on it. Being a (in this case literal) big basketball fan himself he wanted to try see if he could join in. Crouching down beside the court he said to the little players on the court "hey can I play?" 

"No" one of them called back up "this isn't some pick up game, we're Euroleague pros working on our game not some kids on the playground" 

"Aw" Max responded "are the iddy biddy Europeans scared that the big bad American will embarrass their tiny little country?"

That taunt from him got the players riled up. "Fine, you want to play? You play all of us, 10 Vs 1, full court, blacktop rules, first to 21 wins" 

"Hmm" Max pretended to ponder "That doesn't seem fair, all you pros against one little kid but ok"

"And if we win you'll get lost?" Asked the same guy again

"Yeah" Max confirmed "And if I win you guys have to get lost" 

"Fine" accepted the player. They had no problem with those terms because they had no reason to believe that they would lose. Sure their opponent was 20 times bigger than them but he was still one kid and they were 10 of the continents best basketball players. They immediately realised their mistake. On the first possession one of the players, a point guard used to using his smaller height to create scoring chances drove past the ankle of the American and attempted a lay up only to get met by a palm bigger than his whole body at the rim. The ball deflected off Max's hand and the player smacked to the ground. 

"Hey that's a goaltend!" called another player. 

"What do you mean? That ball was below the rim when I blocked it" Max protested. Despite this, Max was outnumbered 10-1 and a point was given to team Spain. Even with the threat of dubious goaltending calls, protecting the rim that was as high as his calf from a ball smaller than a pea didn't prove too challenging for Max. It was defending the perimeter that was the hard part. While it was tempting for Max to simply pluck 3 point shots out of the air. That was goaltending without question so he had to contest shots without fouling which, again, was tough given that his foot alone was the length of the baseline to the top of the 3 point arc but he soon found a fix for that too. He simply crouched down and used his open palm to isolate, smother and intimidate the ball carrier to force him into turnovers. It was impossible to pass or dribble around or shoot over a palm that was as long as you were tall and much wider. For Max it was like he was playing against slightly more mobile Lego men. On offense it wasn't too hard for Max either. While it was almost impossible to dribble accurately without having the ball stolen by one of his tiny opponents, he didn't need to dribble. The rules allowed for two steps before dribbling and he only needed one longer step to cover the length of the court, crouch down and drop the ball into the hoop as the other players scrambled to make any sort of futile effort to stop him while also avoiding the steps of his feet that could squash them flat. He also soon realised that he didn't need to walk the full length of the court to score. All he had to do was bend over and stretch from near half court and drop it in and because his feet were outside the arc, it would count as two points. From then on that's all he did. When the Europeans had possession they scrambled to move the ball quickly as to not let the American pin them down like mice trying to keep away from a cat but like a cat, the 12 year old was too big yet still to nimble to hold off and possession would inevitably be turned back over to the giant American, then they could only watch, helplessly as the giant easily dropped the pea sized ball into the hoop. Occasionally, simply because of how funny it was to him, Max would mix things up by stamping his foot down as one of the players dribbled, causing him, along with the rest of his teammates, to fall to the ground, causing the player with the ball to lose control of it, it was hilarious to him how weak these Europeans were, and supposedly they were elite level athletes too! The game didn't last that long finishing with a tremendously one sided score of 21-1. Some of the most talented and athletic basketball players in Europe had gone up against one American 14 year old in a fortnite shirt and got destroyed. As they dejectedly walked off the court, Max, standing triumphantly over them, reflected on the first day of his vacation. 

He loved Europe, being a giant to the tiny people, walking around amongst entire buildings that weren’t bigger than he was and to cap it off, he had just domianted 10 pro athletes at their owns sport. He wasn’t even good at basketball at home, he was far from athletic but with how tiny everyone was, it was just so easy. Europe was great

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While maritime countries like Spain could be accessed via the Mediterranean and/or the Atlantic, countries in Central Europe were harder to access. Fortunately, the Soviet Union had constructed a runway in south East Germany during the Cold War, capable of landing a Soviet 4 person aircraft (and those planes were big). It was on this runway that AtlasTours were flying Americans into Central Europe. On one of these flights was Lauren, a backpacker who'd just graduated from college and had decided to spend the fall hiking across Europe. She'd decided her first stop would be Munich, an entire 40 minutes south of the airstrip for her, to check out Okoberfest.

As she trekked across rural Germany, into Bavaria, she was amazed by the scale of everything. Tiny little cars that could comfortably fit under her foot zipping along roads only barely wide enough for her to stand in legs together, ankle high barns housing tiny, living horses with similarly tiny cows roaming in fields looking as if they were on a farm playset a child would use at home yet smaller and more lively. She saw little forests with spruce trees no taller than she was. Pine trees that supposedly towered over nature looking more like Christmas trees and mighty oak trees that only came up to her waist. If she stood still for too long confused birds no bigger than her fingernail would attempt to roost in her thick blonde hair. She encountered towns of people, actual living, tiny people like from a fairytale who fled into their homes when they saw her approaching. Lauren was tempted to rip the roofs off those little houses to show how futile a hiding spot it would be but she didn't want to cause any damage. That was one of the few things the company had instructed her not to do. Don't harm locals, don?t cause damage to property and stay away from Microstates (as if they weren't all Microstates lol) entire countries that could fit on a tabletop were too deep of an insurance rabbit hole to go down. 

Eventually Lauren reached more built up areas on the outskirts of Munich. She saw industrial estates with warehouses up to her shins filled with little toy trucks, again, not toys. Lauren had to keep reminding herself that those were real, toy sized vehicles for real, ant sized people. In more urban areas she saw more ankle sized houses and also plattenbau apartment complexes that only reached her breasts with apartments that housed actual humans shorter than her index finger. She continued her walk into increasingly urban areas, she made a detour to the Allianz Arena, the inspiring home to Bayern Munich, at least it was inspiring to Europeans, to Lauren it was no bigger than a shipping container. Unfortunately, as it was still day time, it's famous lights weren’t turned on but it was still somewhat impressive all the same, as a big soccer fan, Lauren had always wanted to visit the various stadiums of Europe and this was the first building that Lauren had seen that was taller than her but she still came pretty close to its height considering it was a stadium meant for 75,000 people. As she continued her walk towards Theresienwise for the festival she began to need to watch her step as she passed through more densely built up areas. As she continued to walk she had less places to plant her feet as the roads became increasingly heavy with traffic. Terrified drivers made their best effort to clear the road for her, the fear of being crushed under an American’s sandal (Lauren wore Birkenstocks to have something Germany-y on her, they gave the Germans a great view of her, to them, massive red painted toes) proving a great incentive to ease traffic congestion. Lauren just loved how adorable Europe was, how these little people put in huge efforts and spent huge amounts of money to build big and powerful machines and large structures yet she, a petite American, could crush them all under her feet. All those three or four story buildings in the city that barely reached her knees. Sure there were bigger buildings, some bigger than her, some a good bit but it was what was so big to them and so unimpressive to her which she found amusing. 

Eventually she reached the fest, the people partaking in the weisn festivities being drunk enough that the sight of a gigantic woman didn't scare them into running for their lives. She decided to try some of the local beer first. The company had given her a machine that dispensed Euros and other European currency into her hand as huge dollar bills the size of cars were pretty useless in Europe. She used the money to pay for one of the famous steins sold at Oktoberfest that many tourists had trouble finishing but the only trouble that Lauren had was not crushing it between her fingers, the beer barely made an indentation into her thirst. She could hock loogies with enough spit to fill 5 of those. Not being able to fit in a tent, she crouched down to an outside stall and ordered 10 more drinks, and finished them without a spot of bother, by then she had not even drank the equivalent to one bottle of beer in the US (a bottle of beer that would be as tall as a two storey house to a German) and having attended 3 years of college, she could handle much more so she ordered ten more and then another ten more, going through all the famous Oktoberfest staples. Palauner, Augustiner-Bräu, Löwenbräu all gulped down by the gallons. By her 50th she had drawn a crowd of rowdy Germans, Frenchs, Pols and even a couple of Brits while Dutch, Belgians, Swiss and Austrians cheered from the smaller sections of the festival. All were impressed by the alcohol tolerance of this giant as she swigged down mug after mug of drink. Malts and Lagers, pale and dark went down by the maß as the American seemed intent on drinking all of the beer in Bavaria. By her 100th she was starting to get tipsy and figured she should sit down before she caused an accident, so she did sit down, without looking to see where she was sitting and unfortunately one of the smaller tents was right under where her butt would land. Germans scrambled to evacuate as the American slowly descended upon them but not all could get out before she came down on the tent, completely obliterating it. Miraculously, nobody was harmed. Lauren immediately stood up in horror, relieved to see that nobody was harmed. All eyes were on her and it made her uncomfortable, she was the centre of attention once again but this time for all the wrong reasons. Suddenly she heard gasps from down at her feet. Some Germans were pointing at her butt in surprise which Lauren was used to people doing but then she suddenly learned why by way of a wriggling sensation in her butt. She turned around to see, wedged in between her two running short clad cheeks was a local, about her age, who hadn't gotten out in time. She pinched him out from her cheeks between her thumb and forefinger and set him on the ground between her feet where crowds gathered around to check if he was ok when without warning he sprung up and yelled ‘EINS ZWEI DREI G?SUFFA!’ prompting a chorus of cheers, the raising of glasses and more dancing as the oompah music resumed. Lauren too began dancing, which the locals became very aware of as she caused the ground to repeatedly shake to a point that nobody in her vicinity could remain standing, fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, her dancing was brought to a screeching halt when she misplaced a step and completely demolished a confectionary stall under her sandal clad foot. Fortunately it was pretty late and the stall was empty and the locals were too exhausted to get that mad. By that point Lauren decided it would be safer to remove her footwear incase of another misstep, exposing her feet to the evening air and permeating it with their smell, and after a day of near constant use, that smell was very strong. Especially when you’re a German and those feet belong to an American and are taller than a double decker bus when upright. After continuing in enjoying the festivities for a while with more dancing and drinking, she briefly stopped to observe the Europeans around her and noticed the same guy she had almost crushed earlier. Realising she had never actually apologised to him, she bent over and plucked him up from where he stood and brought him up to her face. She was still in awe of the fact that these people were small enough to pick up and hold between her fingers and she hadn’t realised how cute he was until then but he seemed startled and nervous at being held between the fingers of a giant so she transitioned him into the palm of her hand and began speaking, using her very limited German to check up on the guy, ‘Du bist gut?’ she enquired. ‘Yes I’m alright’ he responded in perfect English ‘It was honestly pretty funny and I guess I got to see more of your butt then most men ever do?. Lauren laughed thinking of how men back at home put things much longer than he was in where he’d been. 

‘Oh I’m Lauren by the way? she said, realising they hadn’t been properly introduced 

‘My name is Marco, do you enjoy Oktoberfest?’ He asked

‘Yeah it’s pretty great but you guys are intense?

Marco chuckled ‘Well you were drinking a fair amount too!

‘Only because you guys only sell your beer by the drop’ Lauren shot back

‘Haha I guess, you are sort of correct about it being intense. Munich is usually a much quieter city. We call Oktoberfest our fifth season, perhaps it is better that tourists see it at another time of year. See what else Munich has to offer.’

‘Well maybe you could show me around’ suggested Lauren to the man she now held comfortably in the palm of her hand. 

‘It would be my pleasure’ responded Marco, looking up at the beautiful billboard sized face of the American girl who’s palm he stood in. 

With that, Lauren rose to her full height and set off out of the Weisn, passing the Bavaria statue that towered over Theresienwise yet was only as high as her crotch. She left her birkenstocks behind because right now some kids had climbed up onto them and began drinking from the top of them which was a sight to behold itself for Lauren. A tiny party taking place in her shoes, not wanting to spoil the fun she left them be, besides, it was not like she had to worry about anybody taking them. As she stepped into the streets Germans had to move quickly to avoid ending up crushed under her bare feet as she set off through the tiny city once more.

Phil Neville wasn‘t sure what FIFA were thinking when they organised this fixture, but then again, nonsensical decisions in the name of money were part and parcel with FIFA. The idea was a show of goodwill between nations now that travel between the two was being made more accessible, the first ever fixture between the England Women‘s National Team and the USWNT. The match was to be played in Wembley which was also concerning given that 11 American football players couldn‘t fit on the Wembley pitch. While European football used the various nuances of international law to ensure that all players in a match were relatively the same height, even just for the duration of a match, North and South American football, for whatever reason, didn’t use such policies meaning that teams from bigger countries consistently dominated teams from smaller countries. FIFA had later updated their announcement to say that the rules had been altered slightly so that the USA could only play a team of 5 while if the English really wanted, they could put out their entire 18 woman squad. 

For Lionesses captain Steph Houghton, there was nothing to be worried about ahead of the game. Sure their opponents were skyscraper sized but they still outnumbered them 3-1 on the field. And sure the ball they were using was the size of the boulder from Indiana Jones, it was still only the size of a marble for an American. Actually on second thought, that wasn‘t exactly assuring. At least the ball was still light enough to kick like a normal ball, assuming one of the Americans didn‘t crush it under their toe. 

The atmosphere in the English dressing room before kickoff was tense, the players had spent the preceding week building up a siege mentality. They were sick of the media narrative that the Americans were going to literally walk all over them, all the jokes on social media, all the predictions expecting a one sided American win. People were forgetting that this wasn‘t the first time the Lionesses had gone up against larger opposition. They‘d beaten French, German, Norwegian, Spanish and Swedish sides in the past and this time they had a big numbers advantage. Although admittedly, the confidence had taken a hit after an incident that morning. 

As the English bus was pulling into Wembley, the players got their first look at their opponents for the day who were waiting around in an empty parking lot. Out their windows they could only see the legs of the American players, great pillars that alone were the height of high rise apartment buildings. The bus driver suddenly had to slam on the brakes as a foot, longer than the bus itself, 60ft long to be exact, stepped in front of the bus. There was a jolt as two fingers thicker than tree trunks and half as long as the bus itself came down on either side of and lifted it off the ground, the next thing the players saw was the upper half of the huge face of Alex Morgan filling their entire field of vision. Eyes as big as people examined the contents of the bus. The players inside were helplessly thrown about the bus as Morgan spun it around between her finger and thumb to see it from all angles. Then she placed the bus in the palm of her other hand and held it out in front of her so that the occupants could actually see her whole face at once. 

‘Oh my god you are all so cute,’ she said, her booming voice shaking the bus. 

‘Well good luck today I hope you’re ready because we’re going to crush it out there haha’ she said to the English players before setting the bus back down at her feet. The incident was jarring and a bit humiliating but in spite of this, the English were determined to not let it shake their confidence.

Close to kickoff they took to the pitch in front of a capacity crowd at Wembley to find that team USA was already out there‘ and they only had 1 player on the pitch, Full Back Kelley O‘Hara as the rest of the squad watched on outside from an unused car park. ‘Ok so a 18-1 numerical advantage that‘s even better for us‘ thought Man City star Lucy Bronze. That was until they got up close for the shaking of hands, or shaking of pinkies as it were. For safety reasons, the American had taken to the pitch barefoot which helped to demonstrate how tiny the English players were to the yank as most of them were barely taller than her big toe. She crouched down to offer her more than-a-person length pinky finger to shake. As the English were taking their squad photo, O‘Hara decided to photobomb them using just her foot. Even when on it‘s side, her sole still towered over the English, taking up the entire background of the photo. Next up was the pre-match coin toss to determine which end each team would play into, as each team lined up, captains Houghton and O‘Hara (captain by default) both stood next to the Swedish referee. Even though she, too, towered over the English players at over 3 times their height, the Swede was still minuscule compared to the away team. 

The coin toss was won by O‘Hara, whom the ref promptly asked what she wanted to choose. She pondered for a second before a smirk came to her face. “Um, I think I’ll swap ends” she said, then, with no further warning, lifted her foot high into the sky and moved to bring it down in the other half of the pitch, the English players quickly having to scurry out of the way to avoid being squished by her bare foot. O’Hara looked on with a smug expression on her face at the panic her simple act had caused amongst her tiny opponents while her teammates struggled to contain their laughter. 

Ellen White kicked off for England, a one woman tip back to her midfield. Despite the size of the ball it was still easy to get some force behind it. The kickoff was taken to fellow striker, Nikita Pariss. She had intended to play it out wide but felt the ground shake and nearly lost her balance, when she looked out left to where a winger would be all she saw was the immense right foot of her opponent, so she looked right where the other foot came down to impede her view with a similar ground shaking impact, looking straight up she saw, O’Hara looming over her, a smug grin on her face as she looked down on the player in possession of the ball. O’Hara then lifted her left foot over Pariss, the quick movement displacing air and further knocking her diminutive opponents off balance, Pariss looked up to see a giant bare sole up above her. From in her own half O’Hara was hovering her foot above the English midfielder and slowly lowering it down onto her, she figured that her opponent would rather give up possession than call her bluff and risk being crushed. Which was proved to be correct as Pariss wasted no time in rushing out from under where her foot was going to land. O’Hara then dragged the ball back towards her with much more grace than someone her size would be expected to have and launched a kick up the pitch, a shot that rocketed past defenders and into the goal. Carly Telford being almost flattened trying to keep the effort out. The dimensions of the goal had been enlarged (to 10ft x 30ft) to account for the size of the ball but it didn‘t make a difference to whether that was staying out or not. In celebration, O‘Hara‘s teammates leaned over the roof of the stadium to dap up their teammate. From the next tip the English tried passing deep into defense, using their vast numerical advantage to move the ball quickly but O‘Hara just came bounding up the pitch in 1 quick step that shook the entire stadium and knocked the English players off their feet. She reached for the ball once again and like ants from a hill, the English players scattered away from the ball when the ground shook, like cockroaches that scuttled around at the American‘s feet in fear of getting squished. Without missing a beat, O‘Hara blasted another shot into the goal from what was 42 yards out for the English players. After about 15 minutes of this happening on repeat, O‘Hara stepped over the roof of the stadium, somehow not pulling the roof down when she pulled herself over it, as Centre Back Abby Dahlkemper took her place on the field of play. It‘s not like she had an uphill battle or anything, O‘Hara had managed 32 goals in her time on the pitch but she this probably the only chance she‘d ever get to play a match like this with the cameras of the world way him so she wasn‘t going to play easy even if she did have more strength in one foot than all her opponents put together. From the next English tip the players tried to move the ball up the pitch as quickly as possible by having Beth Mead hoof it first time for Ellen White to run on to and it seemed to work, White controlled it and sprinted towards goal wondering why Dahlkemper hasn‘t tried to stop her when she looked up and saw why. When adjusting the dimensions of the goals FIFA has made one glaring oversight. Dahlkemper was easily blocking the entire goal using just the sole of her foot laid out lengthways. Still standing up as to sit or lay down to do so would mean crushing parts of the crowd. When White turned to complain to the ref, Dahlkemper flicked the big toe of her other foot at the ball, knocking it away and knocking White to the floor. She was then able to take it up to the halfway line and blast another shot into the goal flattening Steph Houghton as it went in. The whole sequence of events was hilarious to Dahlkemper, how easily overpowered these inch tall anglos were. Dahlkemper continued to dominate the tiny English players until around the 30 minute mark when she decided to check out and tag Alex Morgan in. Morgan, who had been busy toying with an actual double decker bus, to the terror of the people inside, took a little longer to get on to the pitch. Which the English tried to exploit by taking a quick tip and making a mad dash for goal before Morgan could cover it. Ellen White fired a shot off and as it sailed across the goal line, a titanic foot slammed down on top of it, bursting the football with a loud bang, an even louder thump from the stamp which caused a 1.5 magnitude Earthquake to reverberate in the area around the stadium. When a new ball was pumped up, play was restarted with a drop ball on the American six yard line, contested by White and Morgan, obviously Morgan won it, the Swedish referee dropped it from a height of 15 feet for White and before the ball could even reach her leaping head height Morgan had swung at it with her side foot and sent it arcing dozens of feet in the air up the field. Amazingly, it landed all the way up the other end in the English goal, almost hitting Telford like a meteorite. The goal was a new Wembley record at 99 yards but Morgan had made it look such a casual act. Because it was, while the feat would be almost impossible for an English person, for an American, the pitch was only 4 foot long. 

Morgan continued to dominate for the rest of the first half, scoring a whopping 52 goals on her own, quadrupling the previous single player goals record at international level and bringing the half time score to 109-0, which itself more than tripled the previous record for largest margin of victory in an international game and by half time! At one point Morgan had gotten bored with scoring so easily and repetitively and began to toy with the English players. When she got the ball, instead of trying to score, she would leave the ball by her foot and pick out an English player and hover her other foot over them. When her target inevitably tried to run out from under foot she would follow them, her shadow stalking them like in the anchor toss scene from Spongebob with the judge who couldn’t escape the anchors. Then she would slam her foot down right next to her, knocking her and most of her teammates off their feet as the Americans laughed from the sidelines. Trying to take the ball from Morgan while she was preoccupied proved to be a bad idea as Ellen White found out when she attempted to tackle the American. When she got close enough to the ball to actually play it, Morgan’s big toe suddenly shot out and flicked her over before pinning her to the ground. 

“Nice try, bug” she taunted as she felt the English player squirm beneath her toe. She then fired another shot at the goal that Carly Telford didn’t even bother to try and save. 

While the English went into halftime exhausted and battered from that gruelling first half, the Americans were still fresh having barely exerted any energy in dominating their English foes. Even when on your own, against 18 players, beating a team of less than inch tall people just wasn‘t that hard so while the English players were trying to recover their energy, the Americans sat around and joked about how easy it all was. Picking up English people‘s cars and playing with them, at one stage Megan Rapinoe caught a news helicopter between her fingers, just plucking it with Thumb and index and playing with it as if it were a child‘s toy, just for fun, she tried to see if it fit in her mouth, which it did rather easily much to the horror of the pilots who could do nothing as they were brought inside the American‘s mouth. She closed her mouth, letting the helicopter sit on her tongue before taking it back out again. You might call her actions cruel but she‘d been sick of the English helicopters flying around her head like house flies, at one stage she thought one had flown into her ear.

To start the second half, full back Crystal Dunn took to the field. At 5‘1, it was rare that she wasn‘t the shortest player on the field so she relished the chance to not just be the tallest player on the pitch but the size of a skyscraper and taller than all her opponents combined multiple times over. Unlike her teammates, she wore a sock on one foot as she entered the pitch but not for long as she immediately took it off and placed it over her own goal, covering it entirely. The English players protested but the ref couldn‘t find a rule that said that players couldn‘t either hang their socks from the crossbar or put them in the goal, it just so happened that this sock could simultaneously do both while also completely surrounding it. From kick off she kicked the ball straight into the English goal, unable to stop herself from laughing as English players dived to avoid the rolling boulder the size of a gumball she‘d sent their way. From the next English kick off, Dunn, instead of challenging for possession just stepped right into the middle of the English half, causing another mad scramble of players trying to not get stepped on. As someone who had spent her career being physically dominated she revelled in being the dominant one, in looking down on players running around at her feet like terrified insects. In causing panic and chaos with a simple footstep, in the sight of little tiny people running from her little toe like it might crush them on its own. Some players tried to run up the other end of the pitch to score. Without moving her planted foot, she stretched and blocked off their run with her other foot. On another occasion she blasted a shot wide, demolishing an advertising hoarding and injuring some fans in attendance. When Telford went to take her kick out, she found the soles of two huge feet looming over her. Back at home, Dunn had always had much smaller feet than most of those around her but in England, her feet were a towering 50 feet long. She was able to completely block off Telford from her teammates by sitting down and stretching her legs out. Telford stared up at two soles she was only a fraction as tall as unable to fathom how she could get the ball past them. She tried a curling effort however the ball smacked off of Dunn‘s sole and ricocheted into the goal. Dunn, who‘d barely been able to feel the impact of the ball against her sole, thought the idea that she could score a goal against this tiny team by simply sitting down was hilarious, for it to be just so easy. Her teammates let her have her fun for most of the half but on the 70 minute mark they took her out for the last player they‘d named on their team sheet, Sam Mewis. At 6 ft tall, Mewis was the opposite of Dunn. She towered over her own teammates and much much much more so over her opponents which she emphasised by walking up to the Wembley Arch, which famously towered over the stadium and planting a kiss on it like one might with the badge of their own jersey, at 436ft tall most Americans would even have trouble accomplishing that but she was,in American measurements, a couple of inches taller than the arch. As the English took their first kick off with her on the pitch she stepped over in immediate pursuit of possession of the ball, once again triggering a scramble of players trying to avoid being stepped on. If the English looked tiny next to Dunn‘s feet, they were ants compared to Mewis. By this point they‘d been used to dodging descending feet, each player having experience with almost being stepped on by the feet of the Americans but Mewis‘ feet were a whole new challenge. They were just so much bigger as she shook the earth with each step, casually hunting down the ball, using said feet to isolate Rachel Daly in possession, cornering her between the sideline and her seemingly endless feet. With a flick of her toe she sent Daly flying from where she now stood. The crowd roared in outrage but the ref couldn‘t see past Mewis‘ ankles and didn‘t blow her whistle, Mewis placed her big toe on the ball, turned and faced the English end and flicked the ball goalwards for her first. But repeatedly scoring goals against the opposition who could physically do nothing to stop her became boring to her fast. Taking candy from a baby would‘ve been more of a challenge. Instead she chose to have some fun. The next time she had the ball, she gently rolled it towards one of the English corners. Giving it a little nudge as it rolled out of control before coming to a halt at the corner flag. As Steph Houghton retrieved it, Mewis sat down on the ground a little past halfway on the other end of the pitch, almost crushing multiple English players under her suburban block sized butt, and sat with her legs forming a half diamond together with the heels of her feet touching, going out from each other, trapping Houghton in the corner. Mewis‘ feet each easily cut her off from the rest of the pitch. With her opponent cornered she decided to have a little fun with her. She slowly lowered her lamppost sized finger down towards Houghton who began backing away from her, as the finger continued to descend towards her, she picked up speed and it wasn’t long before she broke into a full on sprint to try get away from the enormous digit, Mewis simply laughed some more at the terror she was causing with just one finger. Eventually the ref blew the final whistle. Putting the English out of their misery as the Americans ran out winners at a score of 183-0 without really breaking a sweat

Robyn was super excited for her trip. As a treat for her 16th birthday, her parents had allowed her and a +1 to go on vacation to Europe on their own. She chose Roman, her childhood best friend and her long time boyfriend. As excited as he was, Roman’s parents had been reluctant to let him go as he was still very naive at 15 years old and were worried about how he’d handle being away on his own, but he really wanted to go so in the end, the parents figured that there wasn’t really much that could harm him in a continent where he was as tall as a building, and they were going to be much taller than any buildings where they were going for their destination of choice was the Republic of Ireland, more specifically, Dublin. Choosing a particularly small country like Ireland was a deciding factor for Roman’s parents, taking comfort in the fact that he was going to be among people less than the height of his big toe.

To get to Dublin they had to take a boat into the Irish sea up to the Dublin bay. As per regulations, their boat couldn’t come within a mile of shore for fear of causing a tsunami, meaning the two would have to go into the water to get to land. Because of this, they had decided to dress in bathing suits for the prospect of having to swim. However, when they disembarked from their boat, the water, while 30 feet deep for an Irish person, was not deep enough to even wet the Americans’s ankles. Their journey ashore was also made easier by the fact that what was a mile for an Irish person could be covered in less than 20 paces by an American. As they walked the two teens stared down in adoration at the toy sized boats on the water, each yacht but a third the length of their foot. They failed to notice the havoc they were causing for the vessels though, each step creating 40 foot waves that seemed insignificant to the Americans but nearly inundated the boats each time before elevating them to uncomfortable heights. It was only a miracle that neither of them stepped on a boat either, the two teens weren’t showing too much discretion at where they stepped. Going further into the bay they reached the outer edges of poolbeg, not even noticing it’s lighthouse that was merely shin height. They continued walking towards the shore along the sea wall. It was along the sea wall that Robyn could really see the Irish people for the first time and appreciate how truly tiny they were to her. Eventually they reached the Poolbeg plant on the Estuary of the river Liffey. Where they were in Poolbeg stood it’s famous chimneys, the tallest freestanding structures in Ireland, discounting radio masts… they were only chin height for either of the Americans. They continued on up the Liffey, paying no heed to the awed and terrified looks of Dubliners on the banks as they strode up the Liffey, only being interrupted by the numerous bridges that lined the river, high enough to allow smaller vessels to comfortably pass under, only added to the list of less than ankle height structures that the teens encountered. Barely having to break stride to step over them as recreational ships sped away as fast as they could, their footsteps creating huge splashes that flooded onto the Liffey quays and soaked locals. They stopped when they reached O’Connell bridge. From where they stood they could see all the way down O’Connell street with all the big statues and big historic buildings, some of which actually reached ankle height to them. Right in front of them, O’Connell bridge was in it’s default state of gridlocked with traffic, full of tiny vehicles that couldn’t even qualify as “toy sized”. To call the Irish ant sized would be inaccurate, their cars were ant sized, their blue and yellow double decker buses only 1 inch tall. Robyn couldn’t help but giggle at how adorable the city was. Like a little tabletop model city brought to life complete with little cars running along the roads. They decided to step up on dry land for the first time. Roman stepped up first. With his first step, he crushed the Nationwide building on the corner of the intersection under his bare foot along with other barely ankle height three story buildings along the Liffey quay, before taking his girlfriend’s hand and helping her out of the river the same way he would help her up a particularly steep step. As she stepped up, she too crushed several buildings under foot, showing absolutely no regard for where she placed her foot despite the tour company’s instructions. “Step where you like” her parents had told her “we’ll reimburse the insurance costs to the company”. And they could afford to,¹ given that they were both incredibly successful business people. Besides, why would they bother to watch their step for such insignificant people anyway? It’s not their fault Europeans and their little buildings were so tiny and fragile. Roman had made bigger, more resilient structures in his wood shop class. They decided to take a look at O’Connell street, the main street, the city centre’s centre that looked more like an extra detailed 3D model of an actual city to the two. They walked up the Main Street, casually crunching several double decker buses under their feet in a couple of steps, unable to help but notice the Millennium Spire, the huge metallic needle that stood much taller than anything else in the city centre, a symbol of the city that towered over Dubliners. It was only crotch height for the two teens. It was the perfect metaphor for how small and insignificant the locals were that the monument that unceasingly loomed large over them was easily dwarfed by two 9th graders. Just then, Robyn noticed a little dot, with a barely noticeable tail, hovering in front of her face, a little tiny helicopter flying in front of her nose. But that wasn’t the only one, she noticed. In fact there were about a dozen little aircraft flying around her and Roman, like little mosquitoes all around 3 inches long, 1 inch tall and ½ inch wide, as the two stood over the spire. Using her thumb and forefinger she reached out for the one in front of her face and pinched it. She'd tried to be as delicate as possible but her grip still crumpled the metal upholstery of the helicopter. The occupants were terrified as the mere tips of the giantess' digits completely engulfed their vehicle, being completely at her mercy. Robyn examined the little thing between her fingers. Amazed that it was an actual helicopter used by actual people, such a complex machine, used to fly so high and travel so quickly, that was being held between her fingers like a tic tac or an M&M. The thought of bite sized food gave Robyn an idea. "Hey, open your mouth and stick out your tongue" she said, turning to her boyfriend. He opened his mouth wide enough to fit a house inside and when he stuck his tongue out, she placed the helicopter on top, gently pushed his tongue back inside and pushed his mouth shut. The helicopter now sat on his tongue that was longer than a city bus and 4 times as wide as a person was tall inside the cavern that was the mouth of an American teenage boy. Almost as soon as it was placed down did Roman swallow. Robyn loved the awkward and surprised look on her boyfriend’s cute face when she closed his mouth. He had a real pop boy band look about him. What you’d expect from a kid as rich as he was, tall (for a 15 year old), skinny yet chisled torso, with short blond hair and soft face. She wanted to know how the helicopters tasted herself so she turned to another one flying at head height. Having seen what she did to the last helicopter it turned to fly away from the colossal girl as quickly as possible but as it tried to flee it began being pulled back toward her with the force of a thousand vacuum cleaners. Robyn had puckered her lips and inhaled, sucking the helicopter back in as it could do nothing to resist. As it reached her lips she opened her mouth wide enough for the helicopter to comfortably fly through. Easily swallowing it. Then she plucked another helicopter out of the air and placed it on her tongue, stood up to her boyfriend and began kissing him on the mouth which caught him off guard at first but he reciprocated. The helicopter was trashed and tossed about as the two teens moved it back and forward between their mouths with their tongues. By the time they were done it was a crumpled heap on Roman’s taste buds.

At this point Roman figured he could do what he wanted and there was not a thing the locals could do to stop him. As if to emphasise this he looked down and saw little green vehicles and little people in green uniforms down by his feet and realised that they’d been under attack by the Irish army for some time. It explained the itching sensation he’d been feeling on his foot. “Hey” he said to his girlfriend while pointing at the ground. Robyn burst out laughing on seeing the military’s attempt at stopping them. It was just so cute the way they were throwing their entire, admittedly pretty weak military arsenal at them and it was only an accident that they even noticed. There weren’t any tanks, just tactical vehicles and personnel transports. With a flex of his toe, Roman crushed several of these vehicles and infantry. All it took was a footstep for him to completely obliterate the military force. Sending remaining infantry scrambling to get out of his immediate reach. Shortly after, the “tanks” showed up. A convoy of 80 Mowga Piranhas armed with heavy machine guns rounded the corner from Parnell Street onto the far end of O’Connell in 4 columns of 20. They were the most powerful chunks of armour in the Irish arsenal yet each one was less than 2 inches long to the Americans, each column only 3 feet long. As they approached the teens, they raised their gunners and opened fire. None of them were able to hit higher than the waists of the two giants, who barely felt the 12.7mm (or the 0.09 mm for them) bullets ricochet off their legs as if their skin was heavily reinforced steel. Another adorable attempt at stopping them. Robyn brought her foot down top of them, it was wider than an entire row of tanks and could fit 6 rows beneath. The tanks powerless as the sole of the teen descended from the heavens and crushed them flat. With 3 steps she wiped out all but 2 of the rows. She decided to put some emphasis when she crushed the final rows so she jumped as high as she could and came down on the tanks as hard as she could. Crushing them with so much force a 2.5 magnitude earthquake rattled the city centre, causing already damaged buildings to collapse.

Roman, entering full “I can do what I want and all of you combined couldn’t stop me” mode, decided to remove his shorts, tossing them aside where they landed on the GPO, O’Connell Street’s proudest building that had seen battles and rebellions take place within its walls now covered by a pair of blue swim shorts. Roman stood naked over the city as if daring authorities to try and arrest him for indecent exposure. His penis, still flaccid, was as long as the Street’s tallest statue depicting the man for whom the street was named, pedestal included. All it took was a gaze at his girlfriends butt to erect it to it’s full length. She had that effect over him, and most men. If she didn’t takeover her family business she could have a career as a model. She was tall, with shoulder length light brown hair, beautiful face. DD cup breasts and a perfectly round butt. Roman swung his dick, now twice as tall as the monument and 7 times as long as the statue without the pedestal, at a nearby helicopter that was flying around it’s level, completely smashing it just as a show of force over the tiny natives, how easy it was to destroy their stuff. They decided to head further inland. Trekking across the city without concern for where they stepped. Entire city blocks disappeared under their soles. Robyn liked the sensation of the little buildings crumbling between her toes. Structures that took huge amounts of effort and time to build only to be smushed under her foot. The tiny people could do nothing as they walked across their city. Indiscriminately stepping on people and vehicles and buildings. The titanic teens were just normal school children at home but were gods to these minuscule Europeans. It didn’t take long before they’d left the city altogether. If they wanted to, they could cross the country in 20 minutes. Or turn right and head up to Northern Ireland where the two teens would truly be deities.

Being one of Europe’s top tourist destinations, Rome had gotten pretty used to taller tourists.  Making way for 15 foot tall French and Turkish visitors was part of the daily routine for the average Roman, hell even 50 foot tall Danes were manageable, their literal high and mightiness being less of a nuisance than the high and mightiness in their attitudes. However, few in the city were prepared for the arrival of an American. While staying out of the way of a French person was a fairly easy task where failure would usually result in nothing more than a one sided collision, when this American showed up, staying out of the way was a matter of scrambling to avoid her descending feet where failure meant being squished. The locals were lucky enough that this particular American was very attentive to where she stepped. Paige had always had an interest in the tiny peoples of other countries, fascinated by the idea of being a giant in a tiny city of insect sized people. She was already pretty tall back home in America at a lean 5’11, particularly for a highschool freshman but here in Italy she was colossal at 230 feet tall. To get through the narrow streets she needed to walk with one flip flop clad foot directly in front of the other if he didn’t want to step on the buildings that lined them, buildings that were mostly around knee height but often no taller than her ankle. 

Every step she took in this manner, to her amusement, caused the ground to quake for the tiny locals down below. People scattered like rodents from wherever she stepped, seeking refuge in buildings or just trying to get away from the near building sized feet that threatened to squish them. 

Her first destination in Rome was the famed Spanish steps, or Spanish step as it looked from her perspective. The grand staircase which was currently occupied by more than a hundred people, only went as high as her knee and would only come up to her neck if stood upright. Looking down, she saw dozens of tiny Europeans sitting all across the staircase and decided to do the same. Those occupying the staircase had been nervous of the titanic blonde in the sleeveless white shirt and basketball shorts and when they saw her gigantic behind descending from over 100 feet in the air, pandemonium broke out with people running and screaming, trying to flee from underneath the American’s giant butt and legs in time. ‘Oops’ she said, giggling ‘Hope you don’t mind if I sit’. She sat atop of the (now completely cleared) plateau halfway up, the marble cracking under her weight. Despite being halfway up, her feet were still touching the ground with plenty of room to spare. 

All the walking had made her quite thirsty, opening the fanny pack she had brought with her, she took out a bottle of water and began sipping from it. As she was checking her phone she heard a faint yelling and a tapping on her toe, she looked down at her feet and saw a tiny policeman yelling up at her.

‘No eating or drinking on the steps’ he appeared to be saying

She leaned over to hear him better

‘You put the bottle in your bag, you can’t drink on the Steps’

‘Oh yeah?’ responded Paige, ‘What are you gonna do about it?’ she demanded, tauntingly. As if to emphasise her point she tilted her bottle over the policeman, letting water flow out and completely soaking him and many bystanders while momentarily flooding the immediate area up to the ankles of the locals. The discord she had caused by simply pouring water on to the ground was hilarious to Paige, she had only emptied a quarter of her bottle, what amounted to around 125 mls but to the tiny Europeans at her feet, she had soaked them with gallons of water, ruining clothes, destroying bags and their contents and humiliating authorities. 

‘Whoops again haha, looks like I spilled some of my water, silly me’ she teased. At that point she decided to get up and move on to the next sight, she had gotten some water on her shoes so she left them on the staircase and went barefoot. 

‘Hope none of you guys take em’ she said, chuckling at the thought of those miniature Italians trying to lift her footwear. 

Despite having a vantage point that allowed her to see across the city for miles around, Rome’s narrow winding streets were very confusing. Knowing that the Trevi fountain was less than a minute away, she checked her phone to find it with Google Maps. However to gaze at her phone meant to take her eyes off the street and not watch where she was going. For the tiny locals, the only thing scarier than an American was an absentminded American. No longer were her steps restrained by caution, those in her way now had to make the strongest possible effort into avoiding being stepped on. Her concentration on the map failed to break even when she turned up a narrow back street. Barely wide enough for even one foot, if anybody on the street couldn’t get in doors they needed to run as fast as they could as the American teen unconsciously stepped on anything that got in her way from potted plants to restaurant sign boards out on the street. Even parked vespas. It wasn’t until she felt the metallic crunch of a parked car under her soft, bare sole that she looked down to see where she was going. 

‘Oops, sorry you guys. I must’ve gotten distracted, hope I didn’t break your little toy car’ she said, not really sounding that apologetic. She lifted her foot to inspect the car, a Fiat that wasn’t even as long as her foot was wide. Every window had smashed, the upholstery was completely crumpled and the roof had caved in. The car looked like it had been smashed in a scrapyard.

‘Whoever’s car this is, I hope your insurance premium covers Americans’ she joked. 

The Trevi Fountain was even more crowded than the Spanish steps. As she approached the fountain, she found it harder and harder to step without stepping on often as many as dozens of people at a time. She found that the best way to clear a path was to hover her foot over where she wanted to step and slowly lower it, giving the people underneath plenty of time to escape out from underneath but making sure they moved quickly. The locals, along with the other relatively bigger tourists were quick to make way when they saw the giant American’s bare sole descending upon them. Eventually she was as close to the fountain as she could physically get and she immediately felt disappointed. The fountain wasn’t even as long as her leg was. It wasn’t tall, the statues above it looked like little figurines to her. On top of this there was a 10 foot drop where Europeans could comfortably stand in front of the fountain but her feet would never be able to fit, it made the fountain look even smaller. Paige had heard something about a tradition of throwing coins in the fountain. Instead of going to the effort of taking her currency dispenser out of her backpack she reached into her breast pocket and pulled out two quarters, pretty small coins to her, not worth a lot. But for Europeans those two coins were worth more than some people’s wallets and if stacked on top of each other, would be taller than a fully grown Italian man. 

She reached over and dropped the first in. It was a simple act but the height she dropped it from, combined with the size of it caused those in front of the fountain to be soaked from the splash. When she held the second coin over the fountain those same people didn’t waste any time getting away from the splash zone. When she saw the panic she was causing with just a coin, Paige couldn’t help but burst out laughing again. How easy it was to toy with these tiny Europeans and have fun with them. She raised her arm as high as possible and dropped the coin in. This time the splash made it all the way up to her level, soaking even more people and even splashing on her toes somewhat, which gave her an idea. 

‘You know, walking around on the hot ground takes its toll on the feet, you don’t mind if I cool off, do you?”

She said as she took one step into the fountain. She didn’t put her foot into the fountain with any particular force but it still created a much bigger splash than either of her coins. Almost as soon as her foot entered the water did uproar break out amongst the locals, some began yelling curses at her as she placed her other foot in the water. Some even threw coins and plastic bottles at her. Things that impacted her skin unnoticed by her. It wasn’t long before local police stepped forward to try and enforce Rome’s ban on climbing (or in this case stepping) into the fountains but Paige wasn’t too fazed when she saw them

‘Sorry fellas but how else can a girl stay cool in this heat’ She said to the tiny law enforcement, kicking out and throwing up even more water. 

By the time Paige was bored with the fountain it almost seemed like there was more water outside than inside. Walking again through the streets, she got to take in how tiny everything really was here. She looked down and could see the roof of every building, usually at knee height and they weren’t small buildings either. Most of them were 5-6 storeys high. Locals continued to flee as fast as they could from wherever she went. Though most locals were able to spot her from very far away by this point considering she stood almost 5 times as tall as most of the buildings but even at a walking pace, it was very easy for Paige to catch up to groups of tiny Europeans. She looked down on one small group and decided to have fun by messing with them, when they looked up they saw her bare sole, as big as two trucks, looming over them. Their immediate reaction was to run, sprint away as fast they could to avoid being stepped on like ants from a picnic. Paige let them run for a couple of seconds, let them think they were going to get to safety, they could see a restaurant up ahead, if they could just get to the door. Then the foot slammed down in front of them, heart stoppingly close. As hearts of the locals returned to their chests from the back of their mouths, Paige let out another chuckle and continued walking, having entertained herself enough with them. 

The next place of interest Paige visited was the Pantheon, the former Temple turned grand Cathedral was an imposing structure, the resting place of many significant figures in Italian history from Voltaire to Raphael had been, as the name suggests, a temple for all the Roman gods and the Romans treated as such when building it so that it would be a great and huge tribute to their pantheon. This was less obvious to Paige, for whom it was only hip height. She could certainly appreciate this piece of history, mostly for how cute it was that something could be so tiny yet so grand and complex. She saw the hole in the middle of the domed roof where natural light lit up the interior of the building. When she leaned over the building she found that she could cover the hole entirely with both hands. Unsettled gasps and even a few screams could be heard from within as the Cathedral was plunged almost entirely into darkness. As she was indulging in her latest way to toy with the locals, she, by complete chance, noticed another policeman standing by her big toe, yelling up at her. She had to crouch down to hear what he was saying but he was pissed. 

‘You’ve caused enough trouble today, you need to come with me’ he demanded. 

‘Oh sure yeah officer, what are you gonna do? Handcuff my fingers?’ Paige retorted

That alone was a wishful thought considering her fingers were nearly as long as cars and as thick as tree trunks she looked a couple of inches over and saw were the police man had parked his car. She found it hard to believe any of these hot wheels like vehicles could actually work but she’d seen them in action. She had stood over a main road, mesmerised by the miniature traffic at her feet, she hated to back to the ant comparison but it was like watching an army of mechanical ants on their way out of their mechanical hill. This particular car was only a little longer than her middle finger. she clasped the car between her thumb and forefinger and easily lifted it from the ground. 

‘I suppose you were gonna put me in the back of this?’

She squeezed her finger and thumb together, crushing the vehicle, smashing its roof and slowly turning it into a distorted clump of metal as the local cop could only watch, helplessly

‘Uh oh officer, your perp is resisting arrest. Use your big policeman strength to take her down down. Aww! Is she too big? Well I guess there’s nothing you can do to stop her from doing what she wants’

As if on cue her phone started buzzing, a vibration that locals in the surrounding area could feel through the ground. She checked to see who was calling and saw the number for the tour company on her screen and answered the call

‘Hello?’

Ms Adams’ a stern, feminine voice adressed her through the speaker ‘We’ve been getting reports from local authorities all day about your antics’ ‘B-but ma’am’ Paige’s tone was less confident now

‘Enough Ms Adams, our company is already on thin ice with those two up in Dublin, the hoops we had to jump through there and now I find that you’re assaulting police, vandalising monuments and destroying vehicles?’

‘Sorry ma’am’

‘It’s not me you should be apologising too, you’re lucky the Italians don’t try to shut us down! Now collect your stuff and go with the police, they’ll escort you back to your accommodation’

‘But I didn’t even get to see the Colosseum’ Paige protested

‘I think it’s for the best you don’t’ responded the Company rep before hanging up. 

Paige made her way back to the Spanish Steps where a knee height crane was failing to lift her flip flops from the ground onto a truck that was clearly ill equipped to handle such heavy material. The sight was amusing to Paige and would serve as one last reminder of the height disparity between her and the locals as she bent down and easily picked her footwear from the ground before turning to leave, her feet surrounded by toy sized police cars that bounced ever so slightly with each footstep