Ben took a few minutes to walk around under the brunch table and marvel at his surroundings. His surroundings mostly consisted of the legs of his ex-girlfriend and her friends, which wasn't a bad sight. He noticed one of the girls had a skirt on, and if he walked to just the right spot, he could actually look all the way up her legs, past her thighs, and up her skirt. It was the coolest thing. (Her panties were pink, by the way, and Ben couldn't help but note that he could wrap himself up in them entirely.) He didn't even know which girl those legs belonged to. He started to wonder where he could walk to surreptitiously figure that out.
Unfortunately, he lost himself in thought and didn't focus on his immediate surroundings, which turned out to be a giant shoe, right behind him, that he hadn't even known was there. Ben cursed himself for his sloppiness and hoped he was too small to be felt. Especially by a shoe. It'd be one thing to touch someone's skin, even at his size, but gently bumping a shoe couldn't make a difference. Right?
The shoe immediately retracted back under the chair, and a giant face suddenly poked down under the table that Ben immediately recognized at his ex Jamie's best friend Jess. Jess had a body like a Barbie doll, but Ben also found her kind of annoying and self-indulgent. And now here she was, a giant, staring down at him. Ben hoped maybe she wouldn't see him.
That hope was also sadly misplaced. "OH MY GOD," he saw Jess say, loudly to his ears even though she was half-whispering it. That stopped the conversation above the table, and soon three or four other heads were leaned down to see the commotion too. Ben heard a lot of gasps. Then he heard Jamie's familiar voice. "BEN?"
Ben turned to look at Jamie's shocked expression, right before he felt himself pulled sharply backwards and upwards. Almost as soon as he recognized the three giant fingers around him, he found himself deposited somewhat unceremoniously in the middle of the table. It was only then that he remembered he was completely naked, surrounded by a bunch of giant girls. He felt incredibly small.
Jamie went first. "BEN, IS THAT REALLY YOU?"
Ben didn't know exactly how to frame this. "Yeah, um, I thought I should, uh..." He trailed off.
"HE'S SPYING ON US," said Jess. "HE HAS NOTHING TO SAY BECAUSE HE'S SPYING ON US."
She was right, but, well, shit. "No, not really," said Ben. "I was going to..."
"HOW DID YOU DO THIS? HOW IS THIS EVEN POSSIBLE?" That was Jamie's other best friend Erica, who was fun, flirty, and athletic, but always had more than her share of personal drama going on.
"Uh," said Ben, not sure whether to tell the truth. "I found this device on Amazon, and... well, I guess it worked."
"YEAH, BUT HOW DID YOU GET HERE?" Ben turned and saw Marie, a redhead who was the smartest person in Ben's school. He didn't realize she and Jamie were friends.
"Jamie came over to talk to me," said Ben. "I tried to get her attention but couldn't until now." Parts of that were true, right?
The last girl to speak was Katie, a tall brunette who always hated Ben for reasons he never figured out. "WELL, JAMIE, HE'S YOUR EX," she said. "WHAT SHOULD WE DO WITH HIM?"
Everyone turned to look at Jamie, including Ben.