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“I think ths’ll be ok.   Wanna stand in it so I can see how far  to fill it?”

Walking over he found the top about even with his mouth.  “Ummmm … a little problem here.” 

She crouched down for a better look.  “What problem?  you’re taller..”

“I’d kinda like to be able get in and out..”

“It’s got a thick base inside. I figure if you’re inside standing on it, you’ll be ok.”

“Just how am I going to get in?”

“You can’t pull yourself over?”

“Noooo .. especially not without clothes..”

“Try this..”  she picked up a book and slid it next to the glass.  “There you go..  a front porch.”

He stepped onto it and stood next to the glass. “I could get in, but it won’t be easy.”

“Here — let’s check.  Stand tall.”  She put her middle finger down next to him”  “OK, can you hug it?”

“You’re crazy Tanya..”

She ignored that. “Just try it.  I’ll keep it really straight”  It was a few inches Taller than, but she was cheating with those nails.  Maybe they were close to the same.  He wrapped his arms about her and soon moved up  and then down into the glass. “How’s that?”

She moved closer.  “Put your arms out.”  He could — barely.  Inside the top of the glass was an inch or so below his armpits. 

“Sweet!…”  She stood up thinking “I’ve got  four of ‘em.,  I’ll bring another out for the rinse.”

The giant young woman effortlessly picked up the huge glass and turned swirling the air around him.  It still amazed him something that big could move that smoothly.  A minute later she returned with a bottle, tube and a huge cloth of some kind.

“Bath soap and shampoo.”  She said setting them down. “I’ll  put a dab on either side.  When you’re ready I’ll lift you to the rise”  She folded the cloth a bit.  “One of my best scarves.  You can towel off and cover yourself while I do your clothes.:

“Don’t you have a smaller piece?”

“I don’t think I can do anything that small that’ll work. And I’m not cutting a good scarf.”  She got down closer to his level for eye contact.   “Don’t worry, you won’t shock me.  I don’t worry about nudity.”

“OK - I guess…”

She started to stand  “Let’s go.”  

“Now?”

“Why not?  You strip  and I’ll fill two glasses.”

“As long as it doesn’t burn or freeze..  Are you going to try washing my clothes.”

“There’s an empty jam jar.  I’ll use cold water and  some detergent and shake ‘em clean.  Then rinse and into the salad spinner.”

“I wish I had more clothes that fit..” 

“Roger that”

“I’ll put my shoes off to the side.  They don’t need washing.”

“gotcha”  She knew she probably shouldn’t, but she found herself watching the tiny clothes come off,  He was standing near her foundation pen.  Everything would fit in it’s cap with lots of room to spare.  She turned and went off for the water.

She put the glasses up against the book. “Wanna try getting in?”

“That’s a big stretch.  I really don’t need to injure myself now.”

“OK .. hug my finger..”

“Ummm… not now.  ‘ think you could grab my hand and lift me instead?”

She paused for a second and could see why, but she probably wouldn't feel it.  “Well - ok - make a fist or something.”

He raised his right arm making a fist while covering himself with his left hand.

“Seriously Austin, you don’t need to be shy around me. You’ve seen my girls bare and I’m sure you’ll see a lot more - I mean if you want…”

His left hand dropped to his side as she closed her thumb and index finger around his fist and most of his forearm.

“I’m not hurting you am I?”

He could feel her pulse as an additional tight squeeze.  “You’re not cutting off blood flow.”  

She mentally made a note of the pressure.  “Ready?”

“Lift away”

She went slowly.  His legs and left arm went out trying to balance.  Now he was dropping with water below.  First the left foot made contact with the surface, then the right and he smoothly went it.  The  water was about body temperature.

“I don’t think I can feel when you’re touching bottom Austin…”

“Not yet….  wait .. there.”  

She slowly removed the pressure and held the rim of the glass to steady himself.

“I’m putting a little shampoo and my fingertip.”

With a bit on her left pinkie she put it on the glass just underwater and to his right.

 “Scrape off what you need.”

“I don’t need this much”

“Sorry, it’s hard to put on less..”

He dunked his head and took at handful to lather up. 

Looking up he saw her putting a glob from the pump bottle on the same pinkie. “I ‘ hope you’re ok with the girly soap smell”  She scraped a head sized dollop on the glass just to his left.  Want me to lift you out to lather up?”

It probably made a lot of sense, but..  “Maybe in the future, but I’ll try underwater for now.”

‘Poor little guy’s still shy’  she thought.  This was like going to nude beach.  You see people, but it's not sexual.  She didn't have that reaction to seeing him nude and it wasn't his size.  There would have to be a spark for that.

“Lemme know when…  I’m taking your clothes.”  They seemed even tinier off him. Hopefully washing would be ok.  It’d be just them and the soapy water.

Tanya sealed the jar and shook it around for a couple of minutes  before pouring them onto her palm.  Everything looked in good shape.  Now a  rinse cycle and into the salad spinner lined with some paper towels. 

They were in her palm again, but she really couldn’t tell how dry they were so she blew on them.  If worse came to worse she’d use her blow dryer.  She walked over to Austin.  “How ya doing in there?” 

“I think I’m ready.”

She noticed the soapy film on the surface.  “Wanna try the rinse?”

“You’re probabely right…” 

“I think they’re about ready.  I’m putting them next to your shoes, but I can’t fold ‘em.  If they’re still wet I’ll use the blow dryer.”

“I thought that was you.” 

“Yeah, I tried it for awhile..” 

He put his arm up and rose into the air and then down into the second glass. “I’m down” She watched him submerge himself and come up shaking his head.  His arm went up “ready” 

She put him on the scarf.  ‘Try drying out with this. If it doesn’t work I’ll bring out a dry wash cloth, but I figured this’d be easier to handle.”  She picked up the glasses and walked off - mostly to respect his modesty.  She hoped that’d change.

He walked over to this clothes and felt them.  “They’re just a little damp.  I can deal with that.”

“Stand back a little.  I’ll try blowing a little more.”  She bent in and spent a few minutes lightly blowing on them. " 'hope my breath’s dry enough.  Give ‘em a shot now.” She laid them out as neatly as she could about five feet away so she wouldn't accidentally knock him over.  

He pulled on his underwear from the pile and pulled out the shirt from under the pants and look a sniff.  “Yeah way better.  And they smell clean too.  Thanks!”

“ ‘ making progress Austin!”

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