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I snuck up behind you, bare feet silent against the carpet. I raised the magic wand, whispering the incantation. You hear the whispers and start to turn around, but it’s too late. You start looking down, being taller than me, but suddenly, I am getting bigger. Wait, that’s not right. I am not changing; it’s you. You are shrinking. Your clothes become loose, then too much, until you shrink into a pile of too-big clothes. Now you are Giantess Miqala’s Tiny Man.
I reach down before you can get your bearings, wrapping my hand around your torso. You panic as I lift you easily, wrapping both your arms around a couple of fingers surrounding you, gripping like your life depends on it. I take two steps and place you on a short, high shelf in the corner of the room. Placing you on it carefully, I smile softly, taking a step back and giving you time to understand our dynamics and see your predicament.