"Hey! HEY!" Marcus yelled at the retreating form of Alice; trapped behind the plexiglass, he banged his tiny fists futilely against the surface. The sound reverberated within the room of the darkened dollhouse, but he had no doubt it was too quiet to be heard outside of that see-through wall. Not that there was anybody out there to hear it anymore, anyway. The bedroom door had closed, and Marcus was left alone inside of that dollhouse.
Once the shock and embarrassment of what had happened wore off, Marcus found himself shivering; he dully noted that he was still nude, and it was fairly chilly. The wooden floor beneath his bare souls was almost icy to the touch, and certainly unpleasant for the prolonged contact. He wrapped his arms about himself, almost idly, as he tried to raise his body temperature. As the shock wore off, he began to take stock of his situation. He tried to reason with himself; certainly this was some kind of horrible dream, the voice in his mind said. Any moment he would wake up in his bed, safe and warm... away from this insanity, and this humiliation. He pressed his eyes tightly shut, as if he could channel himself into that reality. But no matter how hard he tried, and how strong he wished, he was still standing nude in the dollhouse every time he opened his eyes.
He sighed, hope evaporating quickly. Marcus gave the plexiglass one more, half-hearted strike with his clenched fist before he turned around. The room he was standing in was on the first floor of the house, and appeared to be the living room. There were no lights on inside of the house, so the only illumination came from the light of Alice's computer monitor in the room behind him. Because of the omnidirectional light, the illumination within the room was dim at best, and cast long, eerie shadows. He couldn't help the twinge of fear that flared up inside of him. The logical part of his mind tried to assure him that there wasn't anything in the shadows to be afraid of... but the part of his mind that realized he'd just been shrunk to six inches tall realized that any sort of crazy thing could be inside of this place.
He took a few steps into the room, determined to explore his surroundings. It didn't surprise him when he found that the lamp was purely decorative, and didn't work at all. Nor did it truly surprise him when he sat on the couch, only to find it was simply a piece of fabric stretched over a wooden base; it wasn't as cold as standing on the floor, but it wasn't comfortable by a long shot. He'd just pulled his feet off of the cold floor when a soft voice from the other side of the room grabbed his attention, and made him jump in surprise.
"You must be the new guy."
The voice came from a beautiful brunette woman standing in the doorway that led out of the living room. Much like him, she was completely nude; she looked to be in her mid-thirties, perhaps a bit older, but her figure was still quite stunning. Her breasts were large, D cups easily, though they still maintained a healthy amount of perkiness; there was a gentle sag to them, but for a woman of her age they were almost abnormally firm. Her brown hair spilled just past her angular jawline; the hair framed a beautiful face, with wide, innocent green eyes and a small mouth... which had a sympathetic smile offered his way. He noted that she had no hair on her crotch, leaving the pale white skin smooth. Perhaps it was his eyes playing tricks on him, but he could have sworn that he saw a hint of moisture between her thighs.
As she saw him jump when she spoke, the woman's smile grew just a little bit; it wasn't mocking, but seemed to be from some sort of joke that only she got.
"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, it's just... I saw what happened with you and Mistress." The woman paused after saying the word mistress, and audibly sighed. "... and I knew I should come find you. Is it alright if I sit with you?" She asked, taking a few steps toward him.
Marcus caught himself staring at her frame, and it took him a few delayed seconds to get around to responding to her. He blinked his eyes a few times to clear his mind, and attempt to get his focus back to where it should be.
