My New Halfling Life 003

Sorry for the late post, but here it is! Hope everyone had a great weekend! Enjoy!

The bartender didn't know what he got himself into. He was conflicted. This girl was RIDICULOUSLY small, and he was having trouble convincing himself she was an adult. She had an adult voice, although it was on the high-pitched side, and a mature face. But the proportional... littleness of her was nearly overriding all of that. So, he figured there was only one way to decide, just like he did with nearly every other patron of this establishment.

"Sorry miss, can I see some ID please?" he asked, waiting to see the ID before even beginning to pour the wine. Denise wasn't surprised by this. The 34-year-old still had to produce her ID about half the time even before she became this small, with the new laws and all, and the fact that she tried to maintain her youthfulness as much as possible. As she went to remove it from her front pocket, the ID nearly taking up the entire room available, she had a realization that she would probably be producing her ID for the rest of her life.

She held it out in her palm, directed upward towards the bartender. After her shrinking occurred and before deciding to go out with the general public, she wanted to get her ID updated. If it said her height was 5'9" and her weight was... well, what it was before... anyone that saw it, including this bartender, would think it was her older sister. So, it was updated to 3'2" and less than 50 pounds. The DMV's computer systems didn't allow anything under 50 pounds, which embarrassed her a bit. Further, the DMV's new licenses now had 2 pictures, the classic head-shot and a full body shot. Her state was trying something new, trying to capture the "build" of a person for better identification. When she went out to the DMV, it wasn't very long after her shrinking, and Amy had picked out one of her old dresses and a pair of shoes from her childhood. Denise didn't want to wear it, but both fit well, and she wanted to stay incognito for the time being, so she wore it. It didn't dawn on her that they were going to take a body shot, and it embarrassed her even further knowing they were going to capture a picture of her in it. Further, they had to adjust the camera for her height, which caused a hold up for others waiting to take their picture. By the time they took her picture, she wanted to just curl up into a ball, away from everyone, and disappear. Her expression said it all as she barely held it together for the picture and out the door of the DMV. She broke down in Amy's car, and Amy helped comfort her as much as possible. It was, and still is, a challenging time, but she was... slowly, improving her attitude.

With a quite annoyed look on her face, she looked up to the bartender. "Satisfied mister?" she said, realizing that probably wasn't the best words to use in her current state. "Hmmm....." the bartender said, moving in and closing analyzing the ID. After a few seconds, he was convinced. "Alright, one Moscato d'Asti coming up!" he said as he turned around to bend over and grab the wine bottle out of the fridge.

Denise calmed down a little and let out a quiet "Thank you...", trying her best to keep her attitude in check after everything that just unfolded. As she was showing her ID, she didn't notice, yet again, loud clacking heels approaching. Just as she was about to put her ID away, she heard them. Before she could do anything, she felt a pressure against her head, followed by warmth across both shoulders. The material pressing against her head was stretchy, conforming to her. She was being pressed forward towards the counter. Luckily, whatever was pushing up against her just as quickly stopped pushing.

"Oh!" let out a voice above. Denise looked to her left and saw bright red, followed by white mesh stockings. It was a woman's leg. She immediately looked up, seeing all red. From her perspective, she realized she was being pressed against someone's clothing, right into their crotch. Whoever this was must have not seen her and was walking straight up to the bar to get a drink.

Denise heard a little giggle to her right, presumably from the girl she just interacted with. Right now, though, Denise was focused on whoever this... this... bitch was that slammed into her. "I'm so sorry sweetie, I didn't see you down there." the voice from above said down to her as the pressure was released from Denise's head and shoulders, the heat dissipating.

"SWEETIE?!?!?" Denise yelled as loud as her little and squeaky voice could. The girl to her right quickly left the area, correctly identifying that things were about to get heated. Denise dropped her ID onto the counter and quickly spun around, her loose sleeves struggling to catch up as they whipped around with her tiny arms. As she turned around, the large woman took a step back. All Denise could see were massive legs in front of her, legs that were longer than her entire body, complete with boots. As she looked up to the woman, Denise realized it was a young woman, someone much younger than her. This woman was REALLY tall, taller than she was at her old height.

The woman was taken aback by Denise's reaction. "SWEETIE?!?! Did you just call me SWEETIE???" Denise yelled up at the woman. The woman was clearly confused, why was this little girl yelling at her? But slowly, she started to understand that this was no little girl, by both her face and word choice. "I'm not a fucking kid!!! Do you people not understand this?!? I'm thirty fucking four years old!!! Stop assuming my age by my size! What are you, 21 or something?!? I'm not a SWEETIE, I'm a MISS to YOU. Got it?" The woman just looked down at her, trying to process everything. "I'm... sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." was all the words she could find.

Denise ignored the woman's response. "And what is it? Do you people not look DOWN??? How the hell didn't you see me? Like... jesus, I had to be pressed into your crotch to be detected apparently!" Denise said, throwing her arms up as her baggy sleeves fell around them, looking up to, basically, a giantess, someone double her size. The woman wasn't sure what to do. Someone less than half her size, someone the physical size of a small child with an adult mind, was screaming up at her and making a scene. "I... I already had a couple drinks... I guess I wasn't paying attention." she said, looking down at the halfling in front of her.

"Well... you need to pay more attention! We aren't all big giants like you..." Denise said up to her. She could tell the woman was holding back tears, and she realized she was taking out all her anger on this poor young woman, so she added. "And I know I'm unusually small, but can you please look down from now on?" she finished. The woman just shook her head up and down. "Thank you", Denise said, spinning around as she heard a glass hit the table, presumably the bartender putting out her wine.

"Miss..." the woman said down to Denise after she spun around, not sure what to follow up with. Denise realized she made a big scene, and a lot of people were looking over at them. She felt bad for how she just treated the woman, but she was beyond frustrated, and just wanted to leave. She reached up, seeing how large the glass was in front of her. Even on her tip toes, she was barely able to cup her hands on the underside of the glass of liquid. She was so focused on not spilling it, as well as being distracted by the entire situation, she forgot about her ID on the counter.

The woman behind her didn't know what to do after everything Denise said to her. "Do you need help?" she let out, thinking she could make amends helping get the wine glass for her. Denise, bringing the glass down from the counter, responded without looking up to her. "I don't need your fucking help..." as she spun around and quickly walked past the woman to go back to her table where Amy was still sitting and observing the entire situation that just unfolded.