Today, as normal, she arrived at 3 and grabbed her glass and poured in some bourbon. She didn't notice a 1/8th inch deep layer of clear liquid in the bottom of the glass. As she chugged the drink, she noticed it tasted funny. The bottle was nearly empty, so she thought it had just gone bad, so she tossed the bottle into the trash, then washed her glass and put it back in its usual place on the shelf. Going back to her set up routine, she stumbled as one of her shoes fell off, catching her foot as the shoe rolled sideways. She slipped her foot back into the shoe and oddly, it felt too big. Then her blouse slipped off her right shoulder and her jeans dropped down to her knees. "What the hell?" she thought as she reached up to grab a bottle of whiskey off the shelf......but couldn't reach it. Her shirt slipped off the other shoulder and fell to the floor as well as her jeans, dropping down to her ankles. Unable to stand in her oddly oversize shoes, she started to step out of them when she abruptly found her sprawled on the floor, surrounding by a wall of fabric, blue jean and white silky material....and discovered she was naked.
Now she realized what had happened, though it was impossible. She looked UP at the bar which looked to be forty feet over her head. A discarded cigarette butt lying on the floor was bigger than a New York Subway Sandwich, nearly two feet long. "People don't shrink" she said to herself. But somehow, she did. She climbed out of her pile of clothes and climbing into one of the lower shelves, she found an old dish rag and wrapped it around herself like a sarong. Then she remembered the odd tasting bourbon and reading an article in Popular Science magazine about a scientist who claimed to have created a formula that caused the consumer to shrink. "Did someone pour some in my glass?"
But who? Her boss.........or maybe one of the lecherous customers? Why would someone do that to her? She could imagine why and it drove a shiver down her spine. Now, more importantly, who could she trust to help her. Surely, not her boss and not some of the men who patronize the bar. She was not even sure she could trust some of the women.....she had noticed a few of the women looking at the ass or down her cleavage more than once. A few of her favorite customers where nice, both some of the men and women, but in her vulnerable state, could she trust any of them to help her.....if they could help at all?
Suddenly the door opened. Instinctively, she found a place to hide. She couldn't see who it was, only a pair of boots that walked over to where her clothes were lying. A gloved hand reached down and picked up her clothes and her shoes and put them in a garbage bag. The person walked out the back door to the alley where the dumpster was, then the door opened again a moment later and they walked back into the bar. Hiding under the foot rail under the bar, Beverly heard the front door open and a woman, she could tell by her shoes, walked right up the bar where Beverly was hiding. Beverly had to jump to the side to avoid being kicked by the shoe as the woman stopped at the bar. She looked up but couldn't see the woman's face due to her voluptuous breasts. A huge purse was dropped onto the floor next to the woman's foot. Then the door opened again and more people came in. The noise of their voices filled the air. Beverly wanted to run somewhere but was afraid someone would see her or not see her and step on her.
Now, she was in a near state of panic. If she stayed where she was, she was bound to be seen or stepped on. She looked at the the purse and saw it was open. She climbed the strap and jumped inside, crawling over the makeup items, sunglasses and clutch purse that were normally inside a purse and found a place to curl up in one of the corners. She huddled there for a few hours, then a nicely manicured hand reached into the purse and picked up the clutch purse, dropping it back inside a few moments later. Then she felt the purse being picked up and the top snapped shut as she bounced around inside the purse as the woman walked out of the bar and out to the street...........
To be continued?
Thanks to underdone for allowing me to use the image of the SW in the collage for this story.
