I arrived home to a mess, still wearing high heels and fishnet hose, I clean up some clothing off the floor, moving around unaware a shrunken man is in side my heels, under my soles! Oh no... i carry on a a minute or two but my feet are sore, so I slip off my heels. Now soles in just fishnets I stand on top of this poor man. Last I kick back on the couch to relax my feet up on the table, he moves around a bit squibbling around to escape. I even place my feet flat on the table while fixing my fishnets and use my feet to tap to a little song in my head. He must be really terrified up down and bashed on the table top over and over.
