With Lily still unconcious on the table, Christina watched as Angie put her clothes back on. The other two girls were trying to avoid each other's gaze after the traumatizing experience, and she could only be thankful that it hadn't been her to suffer that treatment. After all, she was devotedly religious, so she would not have tolerated being so intimate with another woman. She then smirked to herself at her own hypocrisy when she realized that after all she had been getting very close to the giantess' foot, as if it was any different.

After she had found some shorts and a tank top, Angie had spent some time looking for a nice color among her collection of nail polishes. "Don't get too comfortable over there, Christina" she said after she had picked a bright light green. "Your services are needed" she slammed the small bottle in front of the girl. Flashes of a distant past resurfaced when she saw the bottle in front of her. "You'll have the honor of painting my toes". Was she being serious? Of course, it was the job she was accustomed to, but there was no way she could hold the brush right at that size. Without leaving her any time to reply, Angie abruptly picked her up between thumb and index finger, and while holding the nailpolish in her other hand, she left the room, with the girls still on the table.

She put Christina on the coffee table in front of the sofa, then unscrewed the brush from the bottle to make it possible for the tiny woman to extract it. "I had been thinking of training the girls to do this" she said as she carelessly slammed her feet on the table. "But you're already qualified for the job" she laughed at her own joke, and then exposed her right toes in the direction of the former beautician.

On one hand, Christina was relieved. The "job" wasn't what she was expecting. For years, she had managed to push away the images of the day she had been shrunken. In he power trip, Angie had stuck her terrified babysitter between her toes, and had used her head as a toe separator while she painted her nails, moving her every time she needed to. As she now watched the gigantic appendages, each bigger than her whole head wiggling in front of her, she distinctly remembered the feeling of absolute impotence while trapped between the strong digits. She had been too terrified to scream, but she had shaken the whole time, eventually causing a frustrated Angie to smudge some paint on her flesh instead of her nail.

"I said stay still!" the gigantic creature had boomed, and she had frozen, but it was too late. After the girl had cleaned her toe with some acetone, she had forced her to apologize to her, by making her kiss each and every one of her toes. She had felt insignificant, truly a worm in front of a God, and she hadn't questioned her will even once. Angie had been standing above her the whole time, with a satisfied grin that denoted how powerful she was feeling.

When the girl's mother had come home, she had been horrified to see that the woman she had paid for the night was on the couch, hidden by the size of her daughter's foot, and was busy massaging its sole like her life depended on it. Rose had apologized profusely and had grown her back to her size. When she found herself in front of the two women, now again sensibly bigger than Angie, Christina couldn't manage to look at her in her eyes. Rose had scolded her daughter for misusing the shrinking device, and had sent her to her room. "Bye bug!" The girl had waved in her direction, amused at her humiliation even now that she was her actual size, and she had found no words to retort. Rose had given her a long talk on how important it was that she didn't speak to anybody about what had happened, and offered her a hefty sum of money as a compensation for what she'd endured.

Still dazed by what had happened, but with a fat check in her hands, Christina had simply said goodbye to the woman, and while unable to completely process the events of that day, she had left, just grateful that the nightmare was over. Only when she was at least a few blocks away from the house she had stopped looking over her shoulder, feeling anxious that somebody would follow her and shrink her again. She had clung to that money for over an year, not sure how to use it, then finally decided that it would be a good idea to start a business. Only now, while intent in painting a toe that probably weighed more than half her body, she realized how much her ordeal had shaped her decision in opening a nail studio.

While Christina was still wondering about the reasons behind her career choices, which had ironically been the very reason why she was back at square one years later, Rose came home from work. The tiny woman observed the exchange between the two titans and was shocked when she saw the mother extract a microscopicly small girl from a paperclip case. Apparently, she had been unfortunate enough to find herself in the hands of the latest victim of the crazy mom-daughter duo the moment she had been shrunk, and was now a fraction of her already minuscle size.

"She's even more useless like this" Rose said. Christina felt like she had been hit in the stomach after hearing such cruel words. "I'll be able to grow her back in a few days, it's too dangerous to do it now" the mom had added, with a guilty look on her face; but a sadistic smile adorned her daughter's expression. "You know what? I like her that way. I mean, we really do have enough dolls" She looked straight at Christina, who after freezing on the spot, immediately resumed her job in fear of being punished. In the ten minutes that she'd spent trying to balance the brush, she had only managed to do two nails properly. "You suck at this by the way" Angie addressed the quality of her work. "You're too slow" she deliberately poked her in the face with the tip of her big toe. "I'm sorry" Christina was only able to answer after a flash of pain. "But it's very hard not to paint over your skin without a toe separator!".

She hoped not to get the psychotic girl angry with her complain, but the unexpected actually happened. Angie smiled benevolently, and said "Why didn't you ask me earlier!" She withdrew her legs from the table, and talking to her mom she said "Can i use yours?". Rose was confused. "You know, the ones you borrowed yesterday!" the girl elbowed her mother in her arm. "Oh right." Rose seemed to understand. "Sure, take as many as you like, but remember that they're mine until tomorrow". Sprinting towards the master bedroom, Angie said "Thanks mom!" and left. Having witnessed the whole conversation, Christina was confused. Not just by the unusual response given by her cruel owner, but also by the weird way the two women were talking about something so trivial like toe separators.

Christina looked in the direction of the older woman, who had seemingly forgotten about her, and was now trying to pacify the desperate girl who she had just pulled out of her shoes. "Sorry, Brenda" she held the confused girl and spoke over her screams. "You should have really minded your own business. At least you make an incredible insole!". Christina knew that the girl had absolutely no guilt in anything that was happening, exactly like all the others she'd seen, and while she was watching Rose trying to calm down her former employee, Angie came back with her "toe separators" Christina's heart sank when she realized it was only four more women that the girl had taken from her mom's room, but then again, maybe she should have expected it. How many people had these two shrunken?

Rose watched with interest while her daughter carefully placed the four girls between each and every gap of her left foot, then presented it to the girl who was supposed to paint its nails. "Here. Better now?" Angie teased the beautician. "Just so you know, girls, this was her idea" she said, addressing the defeated girls who had their heads compressed between her toes. Christina had no idea who these women were, and vice versa, but she was sure that this wasn't exactly the best presentation.

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