I Wasn't Supposed To SHRINK 013

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Tessa walked gracefully towards the bartender, exuding an air of confidence. He was a handsome, middle-aged man with a charming smile plastered across his face, fully aware of Tessa's approach. She flashed him a dazzling, somewhat manipulative grin, adjusting her posture and expression to draw him in, ensuring that he would hear what she had to say. 

"Excuse me!" Tessa called, her voice sugar-sweet and pleasant. The bartender's smile grew even more inviting as he responded to her without hesitation, clearly taken in by her charm. "Yes?" he asked expectantly.

"I found this dress and purse on the ground," she explained, gesturing towards the items in her hands, "and there are some heels scattered over there, too. I didn't want anyone tripping out there with the music, dancing, and everything, so I picked them up." 

The man raised an eyebrow, considering the strange situation of random clothing littering the floor. Choosing to dismiss it with a light-hearted response, he casually replied, "Well, maybe someone got really lucky tonight and couldn't wait!" 

Tessa's smile widened, relieved that he had accepted her explanation without question. She chuckled with feigned amusement, saying, "Yeah, I guess so!" Handing over the items, she fetched the scattered heels and placed them on the bar top as well. Grinning, the bartender collected the clothing and stashed it away, expecting someone to eventually come back and claim it.

Feeling emboldened by their exchange, the man took a shot in the dark, smirking as he said, "Are you getting lucky tonight? My shift's over in 15 minutes you know..." Tessa flashed a coy smile in response, quipping, "Well, I actually already am." 

"Lucky guy!" the bartender replied wistfully. Tessa's eyes sparkled with mischief as she said, "Something like that..." Spinning on her heels, she made her way to the bar's exit, leaving the bartender behind.

Meanwhile, inside the purse, the three girls huddled together, finding it difficult to maintain their balance amidst the swaying motion of Tessa's walk, sitting down in the process. They caught snippets of her conversation and deduced that she was trying to cover her tracks before leaving the bar. 

Jane's mind raced, running through various scenarios on how they could escape the confines of the purse. If they could get out, what should they do first, and what were Tessa's true intentions? Having been the tallest just moments ago, Katie's sudden diminutive size felt like a crushing blow to their chances. Jane felt her head spin, overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of the situation, with uncertainty clouding her thoughts.

Her gaze flicked towards Millie, who sat in silence with a morose expression. Lacking in life experience, the young girl was unequipped to handle the current situation, relying on Jane to guide her through the chaos. The weight of Millie's sadness hung heavy in the air, further dampening the trio's spirits.

Simultaneously, Katie's anger flared. Sitting before the giant image of Tessa on the driver's license, she was struck by the reality of their dire predicament. It was difficult to fathom just how colossal the actual Tessa would appear in her current state. She hissed, her anguish palpable, "You bitch. I can't believe you're ruining our lives. I can't believe you're ruining my life! I swear, when I get big again..."

Katie continued hurling expletives at the cheerful image of Tessa, as if expecting some form of response. Meanwhile, the real Tessa made her way out of the bar, heading towards her car. The girls had no idea what plans Tessa had in store for them next.