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The heat in my apartment was stifling, but it was nothing compared to the sudden, breathless shift in the room’s atmosphere. One moment, you were standing by the bookshelf; your usual towering, confident self. The next, low hum vibrated through the floorboards, and you were collapsing inward. Your silhouette blurred like a heat mirage.
I blinked, rubbing my eyes. When I looked down, your clothes were pooled on the hardwood floor in a tangled, empty heap.
“What just happened?” I whispered, stepping closer, my heart thumping against my ribs.
A tiny, muffled cough came from the center of your discarded linen shirt. I knelt, the fabric of my robe brushing against my knees, and gently parted the folds. There you were barely; four inches tall, perfectly formed, and utterly vulnerable. Your gaze traveled up the impossible length of my legs, jaw dropping as you took in the sheer scale of me.
A sudden, thrilling wave of power rushed through my veins. You looked so exquisitely helpless down there.
“Well,” I purred, leaning down so my shadow completely engulfed you. “Look at you.”
You scrambled backward, miniature chest heaving; but there was a dark, undeniable heat in your wide eyes. The… Continue reading “My Shrinking Man”