Jonas Laxtor, 18: lilliputian from a mixed-size family

You did not receive the news that the family would transfer to Lemuel city too well. You lived all of your life in MIllington, a gulliverian city, due to your mixed-size family, and the last thing you wanted was to live besides even bigger giants.

And yet here you are now, in the shining city at the center of the world. You have been here for a few months now, you have seen your first brobdignagian, and then your second one, and then you lost count. You would never have thought you would get used to those living mountains roaming around the streets, and being comfortable traveling just a few steps away from them, but you did. You still gets jolts of adrenaline when one gets too close, residual instincts from the time your people were used as mere playthings for the giants, but aside from that, you are getting used to it all.

Of course, you have more training than most in dealing with giants, living with you gulliverian mother and older sister. Your father has wisely chosen a life of travel, staying away from home for months because of his work, leaving you alone to deal with your giant relatives. You bears no ill will against your father, the mad bastard was far braver than you: Wooing a giantess, and a stunning one at that, and then marrying her, winning over the same-size competition, is no small feat; but you do miss his presence: With him around, you too are taken a little more seriously around the house.

But you never truly do get used to beings that could wipe you out of existence by accident. A sudden tremor makes you jump off your bed, with your heart in your throat. "Come on, tiny, I don't want to be late again because of you!" Sarah, your sister says, banging on the door leading to your room. You yawns and get up, then lazily exist your room. There you are greeted by the enormous feet of your sister standing firm. Her pretty toes, painted black, wiggled in front of him. You look up, at Sarah's towering form: Just like their mother, she is beautiful, with a slender figure, a modest but very perky chest, pretty blue eyes and blonde hair; she is thinner and more athletic than their mother, but aside from that they are very similar looking. It is a shame she is such a pain in the ass.

Her expression is not as beautiful as the rest of her, however. "Quit staring, perv, and move your tiny ass." And with that, she leaves you behind. You sigh and run after her, barely able to keep up with her giant legs with a full sprint. You reach the kitchen and climb the counter with the mini-elevator besides it (thank God you live in modern times and you do not have to climb everywhere). There, you see Sarah finishing up her breakfast, and handing you your portion. It does not look appetizing, it being just a just chunk she tore off her omelette, but you are used to it. You are not that used still to see your giant sister eat, gulping down chunks as big as your torso with no trouble whatsoever.

You finish quickly and go to the bathroom, leaving your sister behind. You do what you have to do quickly and go towards the exit, when the gulliverian-sized door opens, and Sarah enters. She is not paying attention, and you have no time to escape her feet.

Half a second later, a shadows looms over you and her foot comes down on your defenseless body. The pressure is great for a second, before she realizes her mistake and puts her weight on her other foot. The warmth of her skin starts to makes you sweat, while the smell penetrates in your lungs: it is not strong, but you are surrounded by it.

She moves her foot back a few inches, leaving your head exposed between her big toe and her second toe. A concerned expression is quickly replaced by a smug smile, far above you. "Oh look at you, right where you should be. How's my nail polish? You think you should put a new coat on?" she says, putting a tiny bit of pressure over you. It is not the first time something like this happens, your sister loves to screw with you, and since you are more often than not close to her feet, that is one of her favorite ways of doing it.

The casualness of her act is what really get to you, though. The way she effortlessly and accidentally put you in a potentially lethal position, with just a flick of her toes. You live with giants, eat with giants, travel with giants, but the way the can so casually take your agency away, with a smile on their lips, will always make you feel like an insignificant bug.

"It" you say, trying to get enough air in your lungs "is fine. Now would you remove this huge thing from me?"

"Why? It likes you, and you like it as well: You always end up under my feet, somehow."

You want to give her a piece of your mind, but you know that will only make her happier. So you just shut up and after a few more moments, she lets you go. "Come on, school's waiting."