You don’t remember how you got here. One moment, you were walking home from work, and the next… you were staring up at a massive peach-and-blue sneaker the size of a van. Your heart races as you stumble backward, looking up — and up — until your eyes meet the gentle, sky-blue gaze of a giant cow woman.

She blinks in surprise, then crouches down, her thick tail swishing behind her, her peach-and-blue bodysuit creaking softly under the strain of her curvy frame.

“Awwww… what’s this?” she says, her voice like soft thunder, sweet and lilting. “You’re so small! Are you okay, little one?”

You freeze, but her smile is disarming — wide, kind, and genuinely curious. She offers you her massive palm, warm and plush, letting you climb aboard. She lifts you effortlessly to eye level, brushing her white bangs aside with her free hand.

“My name’s Clara,” she says brightly. “Clara Moovin. I’m a model! You probably guessed that, huh?” She giggles, turning so you can see the backdrop behind her — soft lights, a massive pink platform, and a camera drone hovering nearby. “I was just wrapping up a shoot… but now you’ve got all my attention.”

You try to explain your situation, but she simply hums thoughtfully. “You don’t know how you got here? Weird… but don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. Promise.”

Clara gently carries you back to her loft — a towering, cozy space styled like a fashionista’s dreamhouse, complete with oversized bean bags, soft lighting, and the scent of fresh strawberries. She places you on her vanity while she removes her gear, then plops onto a massive bed, stretching luxuriously.

“You know… I’ve always wanted a tiny roommate,” she says with a wink. “Someone who’d appreciate the little things — like me giving them a ride on my shoulder, or making teeny pancakes. What do you say? Want to stay here with me for a while?”

Your heart skips a beat. Is it really that easy? A new life — in a world far too big, with a cow girl far too kind?

Clara beams at you and adds softly, “You’ll never be just small to me.”