Entry 4

Well, here we are again. It seems I am continually stuck in this dollhouse. Lesia made me a new gown. She demanded I try it on, and seeing as it was that or her throw a tantrum - which at this height would surely kill me - I wore it.

It was too small for me, very tight around the waist. Not to mention it was a canary yellow that was just horrid to look at. She didn't seem to care, however. She picked me up and carried me away, off to show her father. He had a look that seemed to agree with my idea of what the dress looked like, but he didn't say anything.

That was when we ate lunch. It was a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich, of which I had a piece that was as big as me. I didn't finish it, and it was quite messy to eat. I got a lot of it all over the dress Lesia had made me. She decided I couldn't wear a dirty dress and proved to make an incredibly awkward situation when she took the dress off right then and there. Thankfully I still had my undergarments on.

Her father didn't seem to care at all, actually. He simply got up and went to her room. He came back with a purple dress I had seen earlier. I put it on quickly.

They had a knock at their door once I had gotten the dress on. Lesia's father shooed her to her room, and the young giantess left me behind. I wasn't sure what to do from there, so I tried to get off the table. That didn't work. The chairs were too far away, and by the Gods, I was not going to jump to the floor.

Lesia's father came back into the room, followed by another giant. I, personally, had forgotten that the swamp was, in fact, a community for the giants. I had never seen this many in my life.

Never the less, these two men walked to the table where I still sat. Lesia's father took one look at me and rolled his eyes. He picked me up and put me on a shelf, out of the way. So I ended up even further from the ground then I had started. From here I tried to find something to get me down, but it was a futile effort. There was a plant I could hide behind, however.

The two giants started talking. That's when I quickly realized they were business partners of a small shop. They were talking about what to do with the increased profit and whether or not to expand, and it all was very boring.

That lasted several hours, actually. So, I took a nap. It was the only logical thing to do up there. I was rudely awakened later by Lesia's father's hand poking me, then scooping me up. Now that his partner had left, he had time to take me back to his daughter. She was quite happy to have me back.

She sat me on the bed and then grabbed her pillow and hugged it. Grinning down at me, she said quite simply, "Dance!"

Well, I will admit I can't dance for anything. When I tried to tell her that, she frowned.

"Well," she replied. "You have to dance, because you're my princess and I say you are going to dance!"

"I don't have any music to dance to."

To this, she did what any person who demands dancing would do. She leaned over and poked a small radio that sat at her bedside. Sure enough, music started playing. The kiddish music that doesn't really have a point other than to give children something to sing to with very simple lyrics. I couldn't think of any more excuses from here, so I danced. I still don't know why she was so entertained, because I just jumped from foot to foot and twirled a little, but at least she wasn't throwing a tantrum.

At one point she started singing along to the song. Now, this wouldn't have been a problem if she had kept her voice down, but this young giantess would not sing unless it was at the top of her lungs. For someone of my size, that was quite painful.

Her father finally came in and told her to get ready for dinner. So she did, after putting me in the house. Then, I was given dinner after she had eaten, and she simply went outside to do something with her father. I assume, anyway. She hasn't come back yet.