Her mother was a drug addicted teenager who abandoned her at a church and her father was a wealthy politician that paid off a technician in the lab to alter the DNA test results. Thus, Abby was placed in the foster care system. For some reason, she was never adopted. A few people had put in applications but pulled them without explanation. Abby became increasing unruly as she grew, bounced around from foster home to foster home, later spending time in the Detention Home several times as a teenager. As her eighteenth birthday began approaching and she would be tossed out of the foster system and dumped into the world on her own.
Then a letter arrived at her current group home residence from a local college. She hadn't even applied but she had been selected to receive a full ride scholarship designed for girls without any alternatives. She decided that this was her only chance to avoid life on the streets, so she accepted it and on her eighteenth birthday, she moved from the group home to the college where she moved into an off-campus student housing room. Not knowing anyone in town and none of the other girls who were assigned to this house had checked in yet, she decided to walk downtown and get a beer. She found a quiet tavern and went inside, sat down at the bar and ordered a beer. There were only a few other people in the tavern who were paying no attention to her until an older woman dressed in a professional business suit walked in and sat down at the bar leaving one stool between she and Abby. After a few minutes, the woman introduced herself. Abby told her her name and after an awkward silence, the woman started talking to her. Abby thought the woman looked familiar, but in the dim light, she just couldn't place her. The conversation picked up and the woman moved to the stool next to Abby and began ordering drinks for her and beers for Abby. They moved to a booth in the back corner to continue their conversation. Even though Abby couldn't get over the thought that she knew this woman, for some reason she made Abby feel comfortable, so she accepted the beers the woman was offering. She began to feel a little buzzed and since she hadn't drank in the last couple years, it affected her more than she realized.
Abby woke up in a room she didn't recognize. It wasn't her room at the student house. She rubbed her eyes and got up to look around. The room was very nicely done and furnished, but there was something odd about it. The fabric on the bed and chairs was coarse and of a heavy weave, kind of like a burlap sack. The wood frame of the chairs and the door felt very grainy like it hadn't been sanded smooth. She left the bedroom and began to walk through the house which was furnished the same. The carpet was very thick, but the weave was looped, not shag. Abby walked to the front door, but it wouldn't open. She tried to unlock it, but the lock throw wouldn't move. She checked the backdoor and it was same. She tried the windows, but they would open either and oddly, it appeared that the "outside view" from the window was painted onto the glass. Freaking out a little, she began to yell, "Hello.....can anybody hear me?"
She felt a vibration through the floor. First soft, then it increased to the point Abby began to think an earthquake was happening. She heard a noise from outside, a loud "click" then the front wall of the house began to move outwards...............Abby looked up and saw the face of the woman she had been at the tavern with last night, but now she was gigantic.......She had to be at least sixty feet tall !!!! "Who are you? What happened to me?" she called out in a near panic.
The woman just smiled down on her for a minute then said, "You've met me before, but you were just a little girl at the time. I worked in the foster care system. I have been following your progress for years and have been building this dollhouse ever since I first saw you. I blocked every adoption application that was submitted for you or convinced the adopters that you wouldn't be a good fit for them. I sent the letter about the college scholarship and set up the room in the student housing, but another girl will be moving into your room. This," indicating with her hands to the dollhouse, "will be your home from now on. You seem confused. Yes, you are now five inches tall, the perfect size for this dollhouse. My late husband was an inventor and had created a devise that could miniaturize things, organic and inorganic. I slipped a sedative into your beer last night, then brought you here where I shrunk you and placed you in this dollhouse. I destroyed all your records in the office so your very existence in your past life has been erased. No one will even remember who you were or care where you went. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you. Now, take off those clothes and put on this dress. I made if just for you and it is more suitable for the style of your new home........I said get undressed. You really don't want to have our relationship starting with me forcingly stripping and redressing you, do you? That's a good girl.........."
