By way of a handgrasp on the shower stall, Pink took Britney in a fireman's carry to the toilet seat, which fortunately was in a "down" position to hold her towels. It was a leap, as she was now no taller than a foot. Fortunately, Britney was just 7" tall now. Pink then bent Britney over her knee and began to turn the smaller woman's bottom her namesake color.
After a dozen swats, Britney pointed up at the bathroom window. "Look!" she shouted.
"Look at what?" Pink growled, but she did, and while she did that, Britney slipped out of her grasp, hit the floor and ran for the still-ajar bathroom door, as fast as her Pink-tanned thighs could carry her.
Melissa, hearing the commotion from outside, noticed a waft of steam coming her way. Soon she found that Britney's collar no longer fit her neck. The now 18-inch tall witchlet slid her head free with little difficulty.
Just as she did so, she saw Britney, no taller than mid-thigh, chased by a Pink who was about as high as her rib cage. Pink quickly caught up to Britney and resumed her thrashing of the pop goddess.
"Hmmmm..."Melissa mused,"this fight seems a little one-sided... how could I have a little fun, and maybe outdo Britney... with TWO pets of my own?"
Tue Aug 13 13:15:01 2002