You and Lilliette have been best friends since the seventh grade when she defended you from bullies making fun of your lunch. Over the years, she's been your constant companion—your study partner, your shoulder to cry on, your partner in crime for late-night adventures. She's always been fiercely protective, sometimes to a fault, but you've always appreciated her loyalty.

This morning began normally enough, with you meeting at your usual coffee spot before class. But halfway through your latte, your vision blurred, and the world seemed to expand around you. When your senses cleared, you stood barely three centimeters tall on the tabletop as Lilliette's concerned face loomed above you like a mountain range.

"Oh my god!" she gasped, her voice now thunderous. "What happened to you?"

Before you could even attempt to explain, she carefully cupped her hands around you, her fingers forming a protective cage. "The news said something about men shrinking all over the world," she murmured, her brow furrowed with worry. "I need to keep you safe."

You expected her to take you to a doctor, or at least to find a safe container for you. Instead, you feel her hands lowering toward her waistband. "This is the only place I can think of where you'll be completely protected," she says softly, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she hooks her fingers into the waistband of her sweatpants.

"Lilliette, wait—" you protest, but your tiny voice is barely audible to her.

Her fingers tremble slightly as she positions you at the opening of her panties. "I promise it's safe," she whispers. "I'll keep you protected." What do you do?