I don’t even know how to write this. So much has happened. It’s embarrassing. But also...liberating?

Kate finally came. I admit, my jaw must have dropped when she strode into the room. I swear I could feel the floor shake with each foot fall as the giantess entered my room. I’m not even as high as hips now. I wrenched my head up to look into her gigantic face as she knelt down before me. I could feel a chill going down my spine...I knew I was small, that the house of gigantic, but it wasn’t until this huge woman knelt before me...still taller...that the situation of my height truly dawned upon me.

I think she could tell I was nervous, so she suggested that we measure and then work on cooking something. I didn’t want to measure, but I must have snapped at her because she looked a little surprised and maybe a little hurt.

She had brought me more clothing, but they didn’t fit. They were all too small or too big. I was getting irritated and told her to stop bringing things that didn’t fit. I think it was the smaller clothing that angered me more, as I didn’t even want to THINK of the possibility of shrinking even more. I probably could have acted a little better because she definitely looked hurt.

The final straw was when we went to cook. She reached down, looming over me as her gigantic hands wrapped around my arms and she lifted me like a child. I….I screamed at her. I told her to put me down, and then I just kept screaming. Yelling and squeaking at this giantess who was only trying to help. I couldn’t help it, it was finally all getting to me. She stood there with that look of shock on her face.

And then it happened.

I barely knew what was happening but I found myself whisked into the air. She held me up and her face contorted in anger. Just as suddenly, I found myself suddenly laid across her lap. I gasped in shock as her hand came down upon my bottom. Pain shot through my body and I cried out in a squeak. Then she picked me up again and sat on the floor, holding my tiny arms in her hands. I whimpered as she began to speak.

She spoke quickly...about how ungrateful I was. About how I didn’t know how much she was trying to help and how much she cared about me. About how it hurt her so much to watch me, who she said was always a role model to her as a successful and confident woman, to be literally reduced to the size of a mealing child. As she poured out her heart, she herself began choking back tears. Soon she started bawling, tears streaming down her own face.

I was shocked and embarrassed. Words cannot describe how horrible I felt about it all. I ran forward and grabbed her head, squeezing it in my tiny arms as I also started crying again. I held her close and nuzzled against her giant features, apologizing for everything. She sniffled and smiled and kissed me deeply, her lips covering much of my face...a kiss I happily returned.

I sit here now finishing up while Kate waits for me. She’s spending the night tonight. I need her here. I want her with me.

I feel...good that we got it all out. We shared so many other feelings with each other, some of which I will not record here in this journal. It's so confusing, developing such a dependency in just a few short days. But...just know that I am so glad I have her. I feel so safe in her gigantic arms, snuggled up against her with my tiny body.

Again, I’m so glad she’s here with me. We finally measured: 2’ 4”. I should be scared; in fact, I should be terrified. But when she’s here, the shrinking doesn’t feel so scary.