Marcus was furious, he was trapped inside a pinkish sock, a warm musky sock. His sister Hanna just returned from Gym and found him at the living room table watching TV. She decided it was a good time to play a prank on her big bro. Taking off her shoes, she peeled her left sock and approached silently behind her brother, quickly picking him up and stuffing him inside the sweaty sock. Then she tied a knot in the sock, blocking the exit.
Marcus was writhing from the bad smell; it was always like this since the shrinking virus left him at a miserable 1 inch. This past year, he transformed from a proud older brother to just a toy for his younger sister's entertainment. Maybe he was a little playful when they were younger, but what she's done this entire year surpasses anything he's done in the past.
It’s not like he hadn’t tried to take revenge on his sister this last year, but every prank he tried has terribly backfired, sometimes because of his imprudence and sometimes because his sister caught him while preparing the prank and was playfully punished by her.
Well, it’s not time to cry over spilled milk, he needed to get out of the sock right now. His sister has trapped him many times inside a sock, but a sock from after a gym session was another story. The smell was so strong and the air was so humid that it was unbearable. Luckily, Hanna didn’t put force in the knot, maybe she didn’t want to spoil one of her socks or simply, or maybe she didn’t think he would be able to escape by himself.
It took some time, but he managed to break free, but his experience over the course of a year made him possibly to escape only after 15 minutes. After using his tiny elevator to reach the second floor, he was now walking to his mom’s room, where his new “bedroom” was placed. His new bedroom consisted of a specially made house made specifically for his size. Originally, his sister had tried to make him stay in her old dollhouse and in her room, but the old dollhouse was way too big for his diminished size, like 12 times bigger than what he could use, and with no amenities, even the doors were only painted in the wall, and the only way to get outside was with the help of someone of normal size to take aside the removable wall or ceiling to open the dollhouse. Well, his sister still has the dollhouse in her room ready for him if he ever decides to sleep there (not like he would ever choose that by himself).
While walking in the hallway, he saw his sister getting out of the bathroom, she was clearly fresh out of the shower and walking wearing only a towel. When Hanna passed by her brother, she smiled at him, it was her mischievous smile from when she was teasing him.
“What are you looking at? Creep. Are you trying to take a peek under my towel?”
Marcus blushed and quickly turned his vision down, looking at the floor, being only able to see his sister's shadow and some droplets falling from his sister. That may be the smartest decision, considering he don’t want to look at his sister's private parts, but that decision leaves him unable to react to the falling clothes from his sister. Clearly, the clothes were the ones she wore to the gym. They were smelly and heavy since it was all her clothes. He could hear Hanna’s laughter and her steps getting away from him, meaning that he was by himself one more time. He started crawling since he didn’t want to remain under his sister's clothes, trying not to think about what clothes he was directly touching.
After another 15 minutes, he was already in his mom’s room, using a custom-made ladder to climb her nightstand to reach his custom-made house. He walked inside his house and reached for his “sofa” Originally, it was just a tiny toy cushion, but his mother made him some adaptations to look more comfortable. He wanted to order some custom-made furniture, but all the adaptations for a tiny house were too pricey. For his mom, it was already enough to buy him the house, some adaptations to have a functional bathroom, and an elevator to help him reach the second floor, where all the rooms were.
He reached for his cellphone, a 6-inch iPhone that was placed on the wall. Using his two hands to manipulate the enormous device, he opened a Reddit forum to complain about how fastidious his sister was. He wasn’t specific with all the details, but he knew everyone here would understand. The name of the forum was Tiny Troubles, a forum made to help tiny people solve their problems or share their experiences and frustrations. From time to time, there would be a troll in the forum (mostly women who enjoy tormenting tinies) but the admins of the group would take down their posts quickly.
After sharing his experience, he was already tired, it was barely the afternoon, but the recent events took all his energy, so he decided to sleep for a while.