Jennifer Lawrence had a tiny lapdog, as many rich and famous young women. But this dog did run away. You are shrunk, and she met you, and somehow, she sees you as her lapdog, so she did pick you up and took with her. Days, weeks, months passed, but nothing changes, she and all her friends see you not as a person, not a human, tiny or not, but still the same cute, little tea cup dog. All your world becomes presence of this immense giantess, floor, her high heel shoes and feet, as enormous, dangerous moving war ships. Ger endless, massive, towering legs, going up and up and up, sometimes in jeans, sometimes in stockings, her vast, confident hands, who often pick you up. Moon size face of her with mountains of her shoulders and waterfall of her thick, long hair. You try to communicate with her, but all is useless, she never listen, for her you just make cute, squeaky, funny sounds, which lost in her vast palm or in her clothes and bosom, she often cuddle you in. Your destiny is to live forever in her shadow, at her mercy, as her pet and toy.