George finished another day of work, shutting down his computer and reclining in his chair. That last meeting had been absolutely head-wrecking, but it was finally over. Sighing, he scooted away from the desk and stood up, then made the thirty second commute from his "office" to the kitchen to get a drink.
Working from home had its benefits, and among them George definitely appreciated not having a manager looking over his shoulder all day. But recently he had started to feel a bit lonely. He had been working from home for over two years, and had a pretty good setup in his personal home office, but outside of work and online games his social life had basically ceased to exist.
He knew exactly when his social life had collapsed too. It was the day that Kate had decided to leave him. It had been three full months since she had finished moving out. Kate had always been the social butterfly, bringing him along to culture nights and organising meet-ups with friends. But they had always been HER friends, not his, and when she left he didn't really have anything in common with most of them. He still kept in contact with some old college buddies, but none of them lived even remotely close, and video calls just weren't the same as talking to someone face-to-face. It felt kind of eerie living alone in the house after sharing the space with another person for so long.
His social isolation was not helped by his lack of neighbours. The closed town was 10 kilometers away, and his nearest neighbour lived on a farm 5 minutes down the country lane. George couldn't even see the farm from his house due to the trees surrounding his property. Other than the occasional tractor there wasn't even any traffic and the quiet was starting to get to him.
After he finished his drink, George got into his running gear. Since Kate had left, he had been trying to find things to keep himself occupied and had amped up his workout routine. He had always kept fit, but now he was working out nearly every day. The exercise helped clear his mind of any lingering stress from the workday.
When he got home after doing a 5 kilometer circuit, George checked his fitness tracker and was pleased to see he was still improving on his time. Feeling in a good mood, he stripped off and stepped into the shower to wash away the sweat from his run. Just as he was about to turn on the water though, something very unexpected happened.
First the bathroom was filled with harsh, bright light, and George was forced to cover his eyes. Then the temperature plummeted - it was like being blasted by an arctic gale. Finally he realised he could hear a faint scream, a woman's voice, somewhere in the distance. The sound rapidly grew louder and closer until it sounded like someone was screaming right into his ear. There was a dull thump and the scream stopped. Then as abruptly as it came, the light vanished and the temperature in the room returned to normal.
Carefully opening his eyes, George looked around, wondering what the hell had just happened. He was still seeing spots from the sudden bright light, and he blinked to try and clear his vision. In the middle of the bathroom there was now a pile of brightly coloured cloth. He couldn't really make sense of what he was seeing until the cloth moved. George stared in disbelief as a woman stood up, groaning and holding her head. The cloth swished around her, the fabric rippling like water as it caught the light.
George's initial impression was that she was quite short, and eyeballing it he estimated that she was just over 4 feet tall. Then she turned around to face him, and suddenly her height didn't seem that important. The woman's diaphanous robes did little to conceal her figure, and George found himself staring. She had a slender waist, but wide, flaring hips that in combination with her chest gave her a perfect hourglass figure. And that chest was something else - this woman was stacked, and her short stature just made her large breasts seem even bigger. She clearly wasn't wearing a bra of any sort - he could plainly see her nipples pressing through the fabric, and the cloth clung to her generous curves.
George forced himself to stop ogling the mysterious woman's body. He closed his eyes and took a breath before opening them again, making sure to keep his gaze above her shoulders this time. She had midnight black hair that had been tied up in a high bun and was wearing some kind of golden circlet on her brow, but a number of strands of hair had escaped, giving her a somewhat dishevelled look. George found himself drawn to her eyes, which were a strikingly bright green. Belatedly, he realised that those eyes were staring straight back at him, or rather, were staring at his exposed crotch, and he became embarrassingly aware of his nakedness. He lunged to grab a towel to cover himself, but the sudden movement seemed to startle the woman and she shouted something and moved her hand. The last thing he saw was a flash of blue light at her fingertips, as he was hit with sudden weakness and unconsciousness enveloped him.
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Anaya winced as the man fell, his body folding like a rag doll. She was still a little shaken from her landing, and when he moved so suddenly she had panicked and cast a stun spell. He was just so strange...and tall! She had never seen anyone like him before. Gingerly she stepped over to check on the man, and breathed a sigh of relief when she confirmed he was still alive. Satisfied that she hadn't accidentally killed someone, she took the opportunity to get a better look at him.
He really was tall, nearly half-again as tall as she was. At first she wondered if he might be a troll, but he didn't really look like one. He had way too little hair, and he didn't have a tail - plus his ears and nose were way too small to be a troll. She had always been the tallest elf in her village, but when standing this man would tower over her. During her inspection, she tried to be clinical but she kept finding herself staring at what was between his legs. There was absolutely no doubt that he was male, even if she had never seen his species before. Even flaccid she found herself impressed by the size of his equipment - it was far larger than anything she had ever seen.
After a while she stopped inspecting the man and took a moment to take in her surroundings so that she could figure out where she was. Her experimental transport spell clearly hadn't worked properly, and now she needed to figure out where she was. The room was tiled, and there was a sink, a bath, a mirror and a number of towels hanging on rails so it seemed to be a washroom - which the unconscious man had clearly been using when she interrupted him. The room was lit by what looked like a glass dome on the ceiling that she assumed must be a magical lamp of some kind. Overall it was oddly decorated, but recognisably a bathing chamber, even if it was a bit foreign.
After checking that the man was still breathing peacefully Anaya adjusted her robes and exited the room - she would find a clue to where she had ended up. Even the doors were built for someone much taller than her - clearly this was a place built for people like the tall man. As she explored the house she started to feel more and more uncomfortable. Everything was so...alien. The architecture was all squares and right angles, and the design of everything was foreign and different. When she found an outdoor window she realised that the house stood alone, surrounded by a small forest of some kind.
