The sun blazed down on the secluded stretch of golden sand, waves crashing lazily in the background. Alexis and Vanessa strutted along the shoreline, their long, flowing wigs cascading in auburn and platinum waves. They wore skimpy bikinis that hugged their toned, smooth bodies—Alexis in electric pink, Vanessa in shimmering black—and towering platform wedges that added a full eight inches to their height, making their legs look endlessly long and powerful. The thick soles crunched into the sand with every teasing step, leaving deep imprints like craters.They were laughing, posing for selfies, when a shrill voice pierced the air. "Disgusting freaks! Men in dresses? You make me sick!" A tiny man—no taller than three inches—stood defiantly on a seashell, red-faced and shaking his fist. He'd always been a loudmouth bigot online, ranting about "real men" and "degenerates," but some twisted cosmic joke (or perhaps a cursed artifact he'd pocketed from a beach vendor) had shrunk him to doll size that morning. Now, here he was, face-to-face with the very people he despised.Alexis spotted him first, her glossy lips curling into a wicked smile. "Oh honey, look what the tide washed up. A little hater bug." She lifted one massive platform wedge, hovering it over him like a skyscraper. The shadow alone made him stumble back.Vanessa knelt down, her bikini top straining as she peered at the tiny man. "Aww, he's so angry. Bet he wishes he could do something about us 'abominations' now." With a giggle, she whispered an incantation—turns out that same curse had a reversal trigger only they knew from eavesdropping on the vendor. A shimmer of light enveloped the bigot, but instead of growing back... he shrank even smaller, down to a mere half-inch, helpless and screaming."P-please! This isn't funny! Grow me back, you trann—"Alexis cut him off with a playful kick. Her wedge sole nudged him like a soccer ball, sending him tumbling across the sand, rolling end over end until he landed in a footprint crater from Vanessa's heel. "Oops! Did that hurt, little bigot? That's what you get for running your mouth."
Vanessa joined in, her platforms stomping closer, the ground quaking under his tiny feet. She scooped him up between two manicured fingers, dangling him in front of her cleavage. "You know, we could just drop you in the water and let the crabs have you. But where's the fun in that?" She lowered him to the sand and pressed the edge of her wedge against his back, pinning him lightly. He squirmed, feeling the ridged rubber sole grinding into the grains around him.Alexis circled like a predator, kicking lightly at his sides—gentle flicks from her massive shoes that felt like battering rams to him. One sent him flying into Vanessa's path, where she "accidentally" booted him back with a toe tap. "Goal!" she cheered, as he bounced and rolled, bruised and battered, his hateful screams turning to pathetic whimpers.Finally, they cornered him between their four towering platforms. Alexis raised her foot high, the wedge sole eclipsing the sun. "Any last words, tiny hater? Too bad—no one's listening."Vanessa mirrored her, both giggling as they stomped down in unison. The first kick crushed his legs with a wet crunch under Alexis's heel. He howled in agony as Vanessa's platform ground him into the sand, twisting slowly for good measure. Back and forth they went—kicking his broken form like a hacky sack, each impact splattering tiny red specks into the footprints.With a final, synchronized step, they brought both wedges down together. The thick soles met with a satisfying squelch, pulverizing what was left into a smeared stain on the beach. Sand stuck to the mess on their platforms as they scraped them clean against a rock."Another bigot bites the dust," Alexis said, linking arms with Vanessa."Literally," Vanessa added, blowing a kiss to the horizon. They sauntered off, wedges clacking triumphantly, leaving only flattened remains for the tide to wash away.