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- >you go to visit girl you're dating at her work place/place where she lives, some foster home of some kind
- >when you get there and see all the imaginary friends about you remember what kind of a home it is
- >after taking a few steps onto the property you're hit by a blast of some kind of magic
- >you look up to see some kind of wizard looking imaginary friend flying around before seeing it land somewhere a bit farther away as it's face... moves off of it's body and on to something else?
- >you realize you've shrunk but soon get some help from a small imaginary friend that looks like a pea with a thimble on his head
- >when you explain your situation to the pea guy he agrees to help you out
- >you both go on a trek through the home to get to Frankie's room so she can get you back to normal
- >while walking through ventilation to avoid foot traffic the pea guy tells you about all the troubles faced when small, and for some reason you're feeling increasingly sympathetic to his woes
- >suddenly, an increased gust of wind knocks the pea guy backwards and through the slits of a grate behind you
- >up ahead, though, you hear Frankie's voice nearby, and go into the room you heard it come from
- >it's dark so you can't see where you're at but you try to move towards Frankie's voice
- >suddenly you trip over some cloth on the ground
- >lying on your back you can't help but wonder if what you had heard was actually just your imagination
- >...
- >heh
- >with a sudden flash the lights turn on, and you see you tripped over some... weirdly shaped cloth
- >what next gets your attention, though, is the giant naked Frankie above you
- >or at least, by most appearances it seems to be Frankie, but her hair, and the way she carries herself... is this Frankie an imaginary one?
- >your hypothesis is soon given more credence as you hear this woman talk in a jubilant and joyful manner you can't recall ever seeing Frankie talk in, and she seems to be obsessed with boys with how she's going on about them
- >oh shit she's walking your way, at least this fakie Frankie can get you to the real deal
- >wait, she's grabbing the thing you're on, and now you can't tell what the heck is going on
- >a few seconds later the cloth you're in is straightened out, and so are you, as you take a look around
- >you realize that wasn't just some random cloth on the ground
- >they were a pair of panties
- >and you're going straight towards their destination
- >at high speeds, you suddenly find yourself pressed against a (surprisingly accurate) replica of an area you like on the woman you love
- >the copy realizes there's a new sensation behind her, but instead of reaching back to investigate she hikes up her panties to feel out what's going on
- >things start going downhill fast as you go between hills
- >all you can do is thrash about and hope that gets her attention
- >it seems to... but then she starts rubbing you against a more sensitive area deeper in, seemingly egged on by your actions
- >after nearly a solid minute of this, she seems to finally ask herself the obvious question out loud and says "Like, what the heck IS that back there?"
- >she takes off her panties, and reaches for the small disturbance in there (you) and brings it up to her face
- >after a few moments of her processing, a big grin appears on her face
- >"Wow, a cute little boy toy!"
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