You watch from below, longing to get close enough to smell her. She towers above you. Your view - her panties peek out of her shorts, cupping her cheeks and making you quiver. There is something about being so small that makes you feel taller than the giantess herself. Will she notice you? Will she care? She locks eyes with you. You catch yourself forgetting to breathe. For a moment, you think this could be it! But no reaction - none at all. You start to feel smaller, invisible even. Your whole life you've been miniscule and insignificant. You've spied on many a giantess, but none so composed, nonchalant, or indifferent to discovering a tiny. "Maybe she didn't actually see you after all" you wonder to yourself. But then, you find your feet are no longer on the floor as you attempt to find a spot in the fabric of a silky leopard print tank top that allows you to breathe. If anyone is aware now, it's you.