**Chapter 3: The First Test**

The machine's energy enveloped Kieran, and he felt himself being pulled towards it. He tried to resist, but it was too late. The device emitted a blinding flash of light, and Kieran felt his body begin to shrink. He stumbled and fell, his senses reeling as his size decreased. When the light faded, Kieran found himself standing on the cold, hard floor, looking up at his mother's gigantic face. Lizz's eyes sparkled with excitement and a hint of cruelty as she gazed down at him. "Ah, Kieran, you're perfect," she said, her voice booming above him. "Just the right size." Kieran's mind reeled as he took in his new surroundings. Everything was enormous, and he felt tiny and vulnerable. He looked around, trying to get his bearings, but Lizz's massive feet and ankles filled the space. The first thing he noticed was the suffocating grip of her black tights, which seemed to constrict and squeeze him with every movement. The fabric appeared like a dark, impenetrable cave, and Kieran felt a sense of claustrophobia wash over him. Lizz laughed, a deep, throaty sound that made Kieran's ears ache. "You're going to love this, Kieran," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "You're going to be my little servant, doing my bidding and catering to my every whim." Kieran's anger and fear surged, but he knew he had to keep his wits about him if he was going to survive this ordeal. He looked up at Lizz, trying to meet her gaze, but her eyes seemed to bore down on him, making him feel small and insignificant. "Get up, Kieran," she said, her voice firm and commanding. "I want to see what you're capable of." Kieran hesitated, unsure of what to do, but Lizz's words were like a whip, goading him into action. He struggled to his feet, his tiny legs trembling beneath him. Lizz's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing. "You're not very impressive, are you?" she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "But I suppose you'll do." She reached down, her massive hand looming above Kieran like a cliff. He flinched, expecting her to crush him, but instead, she plucked him from the floor and placed him on her palm. Kieran felt a wave of dizziness wash over him as he gazed up at Lizz's face. He was trapped, with no escape from his mother's cruelty. The black tights seemed to close in around him, suffocating him with their tight, constricting grip. "Welcome to your new life, Kieran," Lizz said, her voice sweet and menacing. "You're going to be a very small part of my world now." As she lifted her hand, Kieran felt a sense of weightlessness, as if he was floating on air. He gazed up at Lizz's face, his heart pounding with fear, and knew that he had to find a way to escape before it was too late. But for now, he was at his mother's mercy, trapped in a world that was both familiar and yet, utterly alien. The black tights seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy, and Kieran knew that he had to be careful if he was going to survive this ordeal. Lizz's eyes sparkled with excitement as she gazed down at him, and Kieran knew that he was in for a world of hurt. The machine that had shrunk him still hummed in the background, a reminder of the incredible technology that his mother had at her disposal. As he looked up at Lizz's face, Kieran realized that he was in a desperate situation, with no clear way out. But he was determined to survive, no matter what his mother threw at him. The question was, how long could he last in this tiny world, beneath the suffocating grip of his mother's black tights?