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One evening she happened to walk out onto the roof while undressed. Her rich neighbor, who owned a helicopter, must have seen her. Ever since then, almost every night he was flying low over the city, the noise making it hard for her to sleep. One day she had enough of it and borrowed auntie’s shrinker. She opened her window and took a potshot at the helicopter as it passed especially close, hoping to maybe shrink one person aboard and provoke them to land to figure out what had happened. What she didn’t expect was for the whole thing to disappear, much less a miniaturized version of it to come buzzing through her window. She was about to shout at the persistent pervert to leave when it dawned on her just how much the tables had now turned. She slowly closed the window, cutting off its escape, sat down, and motioned with her hand for the pilot to fly closer. Maybe he was finally getting what he wanted as her face and fingers came to dominate the view out the windscreen.

"You’re such a pervert. But now that you’re at my mercy, you don’t seem so bad. Oh, sorry, are you having trouble flying against my breath? Too bad! Stay close, because if you fly away I will swat you. Now, here’s how this will work. I will hold out my hand. You will land on it. I’m tired of hearing that buzzing. I will set your tiny helicopter on my dresser and you will get out. You had best get out, because after that I put the helicopter in a jar, close the lid, and forget about it. Anyone left inside will starve. I think if you live on my dresser, you will see what you wanted to see, so everyone will be happy. I’ll even give you food, once in a while. And if you don’t land in my hand, I catch your helicopter with my hand, and probably smash it. It must be hard to catch a helicopter intact. If you live, I sell you on ebay, and no watching me undress at night."

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One evening she happened to walk out onto the roof while undressed. Her rich neighbor, who owned a helicopter, must have seen her. Ever since then, almost every night he was flying low over the city, the noise making it hard for her to sleep. One day she had enough of it and borrowed auntie’s shrinker. She opened her window and took a potshot at the helicopter as it passed especially close, hoping to maybe shrink one person aboard and provoke them to land to figure out what had happened. What she didn’t expect was for the whole thing to disappear, much less a miniaturized version of it to come buzzing through her window. She was about to shout at the persistent pervert to leave when it dawned on her just how much the tables had now turned. She slowly closed the window, cutting off its escape, sat down, and motioned with her hand for the pilot to fly closer. Maybe he was finally getting what he wanted as her face and fingers came to dominate the view out the windscreen.

"You’re such a pervert. But now that you’re at my mercy, you don’t seem so bad. Oh, sorry, are you having trouble flying against my breath? Too bad! Stay close, because if you fly away I will swat you. Now, here’s how this will work. I will hold out my hand. You will land on it. I’m tired of hearing that buzzing. I will set your tiny helicopter on my dresser and you will get out. You had best get out, because after that I put the helicopter in a jar, close the lid, and forget about it. Anyone left inside will starve. I think if you live on my dresser, you will see what you wanted to see, so everyone will be happy. I’ll even give you food, once in a while. And if you don’t land in my hand, I catch your helicopter with my hand, and probably smash it. It must be hard to catch a helicopter intact. If you live, I sell you on ebay, and no watching me undress at night."