This is you in a few minutes, part 10 (Patreon)

This part is going to be a bit different than usual, but don't worry. The next will take the familiar, dirty turn.


part 1 - (with picture) https://www.patreon.com/posts/this-is-you-in-66265441

part 2 - https://www.patreon.com/posts/this-is-you-in-2-51082720

part 3 - https://www.patreon.com/posts/this-is-you-in-3-51456788

part 4 - https://www.patreon.com/posts/this-is-you-in-4-58489117

part 5 -https://www.patreon.com/posts/this-is-you-in-5-58806577

part 6 - https://www.patreon.com/posts/this-is-you-in-6-59042944

part 7 - https://www.patreon.com/posts/this-is-you-in-7-66618393

part 8 - https://www.patreon.com/posts/this-is-you-in-8-74401579

part 9 -https://www.patreon.com/posts/this-is-you-in-9-74984065

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[part 10]

As she lazily ate chips on her sofa while binge watching Netflix, Angie couldn't help but feel annoyed as she felt her fingernails being all over the place as she grasped the food. She would regularly have them manicured every two weeks, but this time her usual manicurist studio was on holiday for at least one more week. She hated long fingernails. She loved to have them painted in any color, but she always kept them short. She was counting the days up to when the woman would come back from her country, but she was reaching the breaking point. She bobbed her head, giving a look to her feet. Rebecca was expertly removing any trace of dirt and sock lint using only her mouth, and even though it was apparent that she hated it, she had become incredibly good at it.

As she watched the miniature head explore every crevice between her toes, Angie saw how long her big toenail had become -i could almost decapitate her with it- she smiled to herself, but quickly pushed away the intrusive thought. First of all, she was phisically incapable of hurting the incredibly resistant skin of a tiny, and second, the former yoga instructor had become an invaluable asset to her. She had even considered training her slaves to tend to her pedicures at some point, but the only things they seemed to be good for was to keep her skin smooth with their tongues, or cushion her every step with their bodies. Even trimming her nails was beyond their reach, so she searched for a nail salon with good reviews and booked an appointment for the following monday.

Mom and daughter had pizza that night. They watched a terrible movie that Angie had read about on the internet, and stopped halfway through to watch some TV. Rose had brought out of her room only Francesca that night, and Angie knew exactly what it meant. She had spent the whole afternoon locked in her bedroom, and the poor other two were probably just resting. While she watched Francesca servicing her mother, Angie remembered the day she had shrunken her. It had been the third person she had attempted it on, more than six years earlier. She hated the fact that her mom still wanted her to be babysat, and she had made it a mission to make the poor women's life hell to eventually convince Rose that she didn't need supervision when she was alone, but she had ended up enjoying torturing them. She remembered the frustration she felt when Rose took them away each and every time, but at least she had obtained what she wanted. After she had found her using poor Francesca as a toe separator while she painted her toenails, Rose had decided that she was big enough to be left home alone.

She had only found Francesca a few years later, while looking for a phone charger. She remembered how she screamed for help, and she was surprised at first, but when she saw her surrounded by sex toys, she decided it was best to leave her alone and never mention her again, too embarassed to even bring up the subject. The thought that her mom had kept a living person as her own toy had been forever ingrained in her brain from that moment. Feebly at first, then more and more insistent to the point when she had decided to shrink and keep Nicole years later.

Francesca's attitude had definitely changed over the course of years. Although she looked like she hadn't aged a day, she wasn't the rebellious troublemaker she had been with her, nor the scared version of herself she'd seen in the box. It almost looked like she had adjusted to being a toy. She wasn't smiling while she planted kiss after kiss after kiss on the wrinkly sole of Rose's foot, but it almost looked like she was born to serve. If she hadn't had her little harem of her own, Angie would have almost felt jealous of such a dedicated slave.

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Angie was pretty angry. She'd had to drive around the block for at least 15 minutes, and she hadn't found a single parking slot, so she had eventually given up and went to the closest huge multi-level garage, which meant that she had to walk in order to get to the manicurist studio. She was extra grumpy because, as much as she had been tempted to do so, she hadn't brought her insoles with her, after all she had to take her shoes off in front of a stranger. So to make things worse, she was walking without the usual comfort.

She arrived late to the studio, where the manicurist was waiting for her in the reception. It was one of those fancy, private places with just one person working, who was most likely the manager as well. The woman was immersed in her phone, and didn't even look at her directly when she walked in. "Sorry i'm late" Angie said, to recall her attention. "It's fine" the woman annoyingly raised her eyes from the phone, only to widen them in shock as soon as she saw the girl. Angie was surprised by her reaction. It looked like she had recognized her somehow, and as much as she thought the girl was familiar in a way, she coulndn't pinpoint where she'd met her before. 

"It's impossible to park around here" Angie blurted, trying to wake the girl up from her trance. "Y-yes." the woman answered. "Please, this way". Angie was made to sit and removed her shoes. "Sorry my feet are a bit sweaty, i had to walk so much" she said, although she didn't really care that much. She was focused on trying to remember who the woman was. Although seemingly nervous, as she worked on her nails it was clear that she was very good at her job. Angie loved to have a regular sized person tending to her feet for a change. She was getting used to the pamper that her army of girls gave to her, but there was something in having a full sized person that could easily overpower her kneeling in front of her and serve her.

While she was having that thought, she had a sudden flash. "Of course!" She shouted, almost having the frightened woman spill her nailpolish all over the place. "You're Christina!". The sudden noise had made Christina brush some nailpolish beyond the nail she was painting, so the toe was now colored with a swish of turquoise. "I'm sorry, i'm sorry!" She rushed to get some acetone to clean the spill, never acknowledging the fact that Angie had in fact recognized her. While she was busy trying to clean the nailpolish, Angie noticed that she was trembling in fear. She loved the feeling. She felt like she could do anything she wanted to the woman, and for a good reason. It was the first babysitter she had shrunken, and it was clear that she remembered very well the horrible five hours that they had spent together that day 6 years earlier.

Now the way she was acting suddently made sense, and it also explained why she was so eager to try and remedy to the minor inconvenient that she had caused. Looking at the woman literally shaking in front of her, Angie decided to be as bold as she could. After all, she had gotten used to treating other people like literal dirt without consequences. "Sorry i didn't recognize you at first" she said as she aimed her idle foot under Christina's chin. She then used it to raise the woman's face so she was forced to look at her. "After all, the last time i saw you you were like this tall" she said, using her thumb and index finger to indicate something small. It was enough to make Christina start begging. "Please, i have been good! I haven't told anyone, please! What do you want from me?". Angie loved every second of it. Every bit of torture she'd subjected the poor girl to suddently resurfaced in her memory. It was the first person she had actually abducted, and she remembered vividly how much she enjoyed watching her beg for her life while she kneeled at her feet, kissing each of the toes of the person she had been supposed to take care of.

She had hated her mom for taking her away, and Rose had always categorically refused to tell her what she had done with her. And now, just by sheer luck, she had happened to find her alone at her workplace, where she was most powerless. "Don't worry" she said as she caressed the frightened woman's face with her foot, the other still in her hands "I just came here for a little pampering". Christina whimpered at the contact, but didn't dare say anything. "Now do go on, finish what you were doing".

Still shaking, Christina managed to paint the girl's toes, while she had her other digits caressing her face all the time. "Done" she said, without even looking up. "They just need to dry now". Angie admired the work she'd done, and presented her newly painted toes to the woman sitting below her. "Great. Blow." Christina looked at her, puzzled. A few second passed, and she finally processed the girl's request. She started gently blowing on the fresh coat of paint in order to accelerate the process of drying it. "I-i think it's done" she said when she thought the paint had dried. 

It was true, it was done. But Angie was enjoying this way too much to just leave. "Good. Now i think it was a great job. And i think you should seal the deal with a nice little kiss." She extended her leg so the sole of her foot was directly in Christina's face. Without being asked a second time, the woman complied. It was amazing. "Why have you stopped?" Angie said, irritated. "Y-you said a kiss" Christina cried. Angie kicked her in the face "Don't be smart with me, you stop when i tell you to stop". Christina rubbed her face in pain "Please, i have another appointment in ten m-" before she could go on, Angie kicked her a second time. "Cancel it then! Is there anything more important than me?" The girl watched her in amusement as she said "No, no, sorry" and typed a text on her phone. She had really canceled the appointment. Angie was exstatic with power, even more so when Christina started kissing the soles of her feet without being told again. It was incredible, and she wanted to see how far she could push her power.

She let her kiss away for a few minutes, until the moment when she said "You know, i appreciate the fact that you are kissing my feet, even though they're a bit dirty". It was true, but Christina hadn't said anything out of sheer fear. "I think you should clean them a bit, don't you?". Christina sprinted to her feet, with the intent of getting the faucet and a towel. "No, silly!" Angie laughed, pointing at the seat that Christine was meant to occupy "I meant with your tongue!" she added as she raised her leg in the air and wiggled her toes in the direction of her life sized puppet. The woman winced in disgust, but she froze in place. She meekly returned to her stool, and once she grabbed Angie's left ankle, she swallowed in preparation, and finally gave a long, wide lick on the rough surface of her foot. 

Angie had gotten used to the treatment, after all her tiny women were basically doing only that for the past months, but a full sized tongue running along the whole surface of the sole of her foot was another thing entirely. Pure pleasure ran through her whole body, mixed with the intense feeling of raw power she held over the woman. It was obvious that she was disgusted by the act she was performing, yet she had complied without hesitating. Even if she had shrunken her just for a few hours so much time ago, the experience had seemingly traumatized her to the point where she would do anything in hope not to go back to that terrifying moment, at mercy of a literal giant. She'd licked for about five minutes, then had spontaneously switched to the other foot the moment when Angie had presented it in front of her. 

Angie eventually decided it was enough, and had Christina put her shoes back on. She patted her on the head while she was still sitting on her stool, and as she went to retrieve her wallet she had yet another idea. "It's on the house, right?" Christina simply nodded, defeated as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. As she walked back to her car, Angie was happy she had found the deal of a lifetime. Not just she wouldn't pay for a single pedicure in her life ever again, but she would get pampered like a princess during the treatment. She suddently remembered that she had completely forgotten to get her hands, done, but she figured she could always come by the next day.

When she came home, she said hi to her mom, who seemed to be working at the living room table, and for a change didn't have any of the girls around her. Angie triumphantly said "You'll never guess who i ran into today".

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