Kink # 3 and 4

"Well.... it's more of a fantasy than anything, one of those that'll never be achievable during our lifetime or the next scientifically speaking. Most people make due by making videos and using props..." I stammer slowly, wrong my fingers as I talk nervously. "Soooo...what is it then dork?" She chuckles, punching my arm playfully. "Well, ever since I was a little kid, I've always imagined what it would be like if I got shrunk somehow, kink of like in the movies. What it would feel like as the world went on with it's life normal sized and I'm running around somewhere between an one to six inches..." I say slowly, trying to avoid looking at her. With a raised eyebrow, she turns in her seat and crosses her legs criss cross applesauce like a little kid, "And if you ever had the chance to have this happen, what would you do? You would be the size of a big and our size world is a dangerous place for a big." "Ummm...well, I would find a woman I could trust, one that wouldn't crush me on sight. I would explore her house for a bit with her unaware and then try to get her attention. Probably spend some time living as her pet or one of her possessions, which is another one of my kinks I guess. To be owned and used like an everyday object." I hear a stifled chuckle escape her lips, making my cheeks turn red. "Oh honey, you wouldn't want that. I'm assuming you mean to be kept in her purse like lip balm or something. Us women **** that kind of stuff without a second thought, or at least I do." "That's why I would find it so hot, having no control, the gorgeous woman having all of it over my existence." I stammer, excited about the thought." She put her feet on the ground and stood up, finishing off her beer. As she walked to the kitchen, she looked over her shoulder, "So if you had to pick one, which one would you pick right now?"