Doc's World

[DocRick]

"Thanks for babysitting the kids tonight. Sorry, we forgot to warn you about their habit of shrinking their sitters. Don't worry though. This box is only temporary. I'm sure your new owner will have better accommodations for you when he picks you up on Saturday."

[DocRick]

"Prisoner of the doll house"

[DocRick]

Grown weary of the immaturity of her college friends, Regina had found herself sitting at a table at the bar with a middle-aged lady, the widow of a scientist and inventor, who after his death she had sold most of his inventions to the government and was now quite wealthy. Regina had drunk too much and accepted a ride home with her new friend.

Somewhere during the night, Regina had passed out and when she awoke, she found herself miniaturized and trapped in a doll house. Defiant, she had tried to escape a few times and now, she finds herself naked with a plastic collar around her neck with a plastic chain secured with a stick pin to whatever location her captor wishes.

This morning, she sits quietly on the floor of the doll house kitchen, her spirit broken, as her captor prepares her breakfast of miniaturized food.

[DocRick]

Rebecca Thorton, the daughter of the famous microbiophysiologist, Professor Thorton, always liked playing with dolls as a child. Now grown and in college, she still liked to play with dolls, but in a much different way. Whenever she was home from school and her parents would be out of town for a few days, she would throw a party at the house. During the party, which involved the consumption of a lot of alcohol, she would select one girl and slip a sedative in her drink, then put her to sleep in one of the bedrooms. After the party, she would drag her to her father's lab and miniaturize her, then put her in old dollhouse.

Her favorite part of the game was just as the poor girl was waking up, groggy and confused, trying to figure out where she was. Then, when the girl saw Rebecca looking in the window, Rebecca would lift the roof, and the games would really begin.

Eventually, before her parents came home, she would restore the girl to her normal size. The restoration process erased the memory of everything after the miniaturization process, leaving her plaything baffled and confused about what had happened during the missing period of time she was shrunk.

[DocRick]

The first group of twelve volunteers for the "Matter Miniaturization" tests pose for a picture with the professor and one of the two technicians. Bonnie, fourth from the right, had just looked at up and down the line and realized something was wrong......

"Hey. Where's Kelly?"

[DocRick]

Teatime with Honey. Honey makes a better sweetener than sugar.

 

[DocRick]

Someone once posted a request for a collage featuring a tiny lady fighting a giant with an axe. I couldn't find a really good picture to use, but I came up with this.

[DocRick]

For several years after the Johnsons purchased the old farmhouse, every Christmas Eve they would put out a plate of cookies and a glass of milk on the fireplace mantle for Santa. Each Christmas morning, one cookie would be gone and some of the milk missing from the glass and strangely, a toy and a gold coin left behind. The parents both denied having any culpability in the strange occurrences and their young son insisted it was proof of Santa's existence.

Finally, Mr. Johnson secretly set a trail cam up and later on Christmas Day, they discovered this image.



They had no clue a "borrower" lived in their home. Lizbeth, was very good at concealing her presence during her borrowing ventures. Now, you would think the Johnsons would want to use these pictures to their financial advantage, but they also didn't want to be ridiculed or accused of making fakes photographs, so they kept their secret to themselves. Now, every Christmas Eve, they still put out a plate of cookies and a glass of milk, but now they put them on the coffee table.

[DocRick]

The air is getting colder, the days getting shorter....which means it's almost "Elf on a Shelf" season !!!

[DocRick]

After snorting a line of coke from a mirror at a swanky Hollywood party, Tiffany found herself shrinking to the size of a child's doll.

"Wait. This isn't cocaine? Why would you do this to me?"

"You stupid little girl. Didn't you say in your Penthouse interview that you aspired to be the pampered pet of a millionaire? Well, it seems you have risen to the........height of your aspirations. Meet your new owner."

[DocRick]

Billy hated his stepsister, always harassing and humiliating him in front of his friends. So, he didn't feel very sorry for her when she caught the "shrink virus" and dwindled over the next few months until she stabilized at about 5 inches tall. However, he still resented her when he had to stay home to "babysit" her when his mother and stepfather were at work or out of town. Usually, he just watched television or played his video games while she languished in the dollhouse she lived in.

One day, his mother told him that he really should find things to do with his stepsister, maybe a game the two of them could play, rather than just mope around. The next day, Billy stopped at Toys R Us and when he came home, he put the bag in his closet. The next time he had to "babysit" he got the bag out and put together the game he had purchased. When it was set up, he went to the dollhouse, reached in and grabbed his stepsister off of her bed. As he carried her into the living room, she kicked and squirmed in his grip, yelling at him to put her down. He dropped her into the yellow plastic arena.

"Just what the hell do you think you are doing?"

"Mom said we need to play games together."

Billy picked up the Battling Tops launcher and loaded the top.

"Oh, no............."

"Oh..............yeah"

[DocRick]

Eighteen-year-old Jenny had been flying airplanes since she was 10 years old. She had made several solo cross-country flights as well as flying with her father across both the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans. Now, halfway through her first solo open water flight from Brazil to Nigeria, knew the plane was in trouble. Leaking gas, she wasn't going to make it to her destination. To make matters worse, her radio was out, and she was way off course. She opened the old map that her father had given her and saw an island marked in bold red letters, "STAY AWAY", but this was the only island within range. It was either there or ditch at sea. She set a course for the island as the needle on the airplane's gas gauge continued to rapidly approach "EMPTY". The island came into view as the engine began to stutter. She struggled to maintain altitude, barely crossing the edge of the island. The airplane began to hit tree branches until it was abruptly stopped in the fork of a tree, fifty feet off the ground. Jenny was knocked unconscious, slumped over the controls.

Ten years ago, an alien space craft crashed in the Pacific Ocean. Five survivors were able to swim to shore, three adult females, one adult male and one 7-year-old male. Other than their size, they were identical to human beings. As they emerged from the ocean, they came ashore on a secluded beach on the Oregon coast. The people who saw the 60-foot-tall aliens walking out of the ocean, panicked and called the police. A lone police officer approached the giants, pulled out his handgun and ordered them to kneel down and put their hands behind their heads. The giant male, fiddled with a device in his ear, then turned to his companions and said something in an unintelligible language. All five aliens knelt down and put their hands behind their head.

Federal authorities came to the scene and began negotiations with the aliens after learning their story. Several massive circus tents were erected for them to live in and food and fresh water provided. With their translating device, the aliens were able to quickly learn our language. They agreed to work for the government, digging large holes in the ground to build missile silos or other protected facilities, in exchange for being allowed to live in obscurity on a federal preserve. They grew their own crops and raised cattle for their consumption. Lots of cattle.......All went well, even a few friendships blossomed between the aliens and the few humans who worked with them, until an accident resulted in several human workers being stepped on and killed. It was decided between the two sides that it was too dangerous for them to live among the humans and the aliens would be transported to an island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean were they could live out their lives in peace. Cargo planes would fly over the island once a month and parachute supplies to support them.

A finger and thumb the size of telephone poles peeled off the windshield and door of the aircraft. Gently, the seatbelt straps were torn away, then the still unconscious Jenny was gently slid out of the aircraft and onto the palm of the now 17-year-old giant alien boy.

Image of "Jenny" provided courtesy of DA artist Angelobono.

[DRSHRINKER]

The air is getting colder, the days getting shorter....which means it's almost "Elf on a Shelf" season !!!

The days are getting shorter, and so are the women.

[DocRick]

The air is getting colder, the days getting shorter....which means it's almost "Elf on a Shelf" season !!!

The days are getting shorter, and so are the women.

[DocRick]

"They don't listen to warnings to not walk in the woods alone so why would I expect them not to run after I shrink them? You can run, but you'll only be tired and dirty when I catch you."

[DocRick]

Micheal was a quiet, shy guy. Some even thought he was somewhere on the autism spectrum. He had few friends, kept to himself and spent most of his time out of class in his apartment. That was until he met Lacey.

Lacey was a member of a tiny race of humans, commonly referred to in literature as a "borrower". About five inches tall, she resided within the walls of the old apartment building in which Micheal lived. Trying to get some food from his trash can in the kitchen one evening, she fell to the bottom and was trapped. When Micheal heard her rustling in the trash, he first thought it was a mouse, then he saw her. Gently reaching in and lifting her out, instead of squishing her as she had been told since childhood "beans" would do to her if she ever was caught by one, he set her on the floor and let her scamper off to safety. A few days later, she reappeared and over the next few weeks a friendship developed between the odd couple, slowly transitioning to attraction and romance.

Both Micheal and Lacey were rather inexperienced in sex with their own species, let alone with someone vastly different in size and their physical activities barely exceeded a teenage level of heavy "petting". Micheal began to worry that the novelty would wear off and their relationship would dissipate. Then one day, while the two were snuggling on the couch flipping through the channels on TV, they stopped on a channel showing the movie "Nine and a half weeks" staring Kim Basinger and Mickey Rourke. After watching the refrigerator scene, Micheal got an idea. He picked up Lacey and stripping off her clothes as he carried her to the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator door, pulled up a chair and began to douse Lacey in various foods and condiments and licking and sucking her clean. Peanut butter, jelly, chocolate and maple syrup, ketchup, ice cream, even some Louisiana Hot Sauce coated her tiny body as he worked her over again and again with his tongue and lips. Lacey, terrified when he first sucked her into his mouth, had her fears relieved as his tongue pinned her to the roof of his mouth, the tip forcing her legs apart and a few individual taste buds separated her labia, found her clitoris, massaging it until it brought her to her first assisted orgasm, her tiny body convulsing with extasy as he tasted the juices of her arousal flooding onto his tongue as she screamed with delight.

Lacey returned the "favor" by smearing syrup on the glans of his penis and licking it off as her arms and legs encircled his shaft, bringing him to his own climatic highs. Michael began to purchase different condiments, then actual edible sex lotions as the two continued their experiments in pleasuring each other.

Micheal never told anyone about Lacey. His friends and classmates still felt sorry for him, even tried to bring him into their social groups and suggesting asking out some of the girls at the university, but he politely declined. No one could ever explain, however, the new gleam in his eyes at the end of each school day as he anticipated the evening ahead of him.

[DocRick]

When the island nation of Lilliput was rediscovered, international relations were established between it and the rest of the world. Cultural exchanges began and dignitaries from Lilliput visited the royalty, presidents and dignitaries of other countries, we'll refer to the larger species of humans as "The English", visited Lilliput. Of particular interest to the English, was the Royal Lilliput Ballet.

The dancers, who weighed only ounces, could perform dance routines impossible for English dancers, due to the lesser effect of gravity on their bodies. Their Allégro movements were impossibly fast, they could hold the Ballon so long it appeared they were hovering in the air, during the Chaînés the dancers would spin so rapidly they would resemble a spinning top and while executing the Saut de basque, the dancer will complete as many as six spins in the air rather than the maximum two spins which could be performed by the English ballerinas. The amazing acrobatics of the Lilliputian dancers became a worldwide rage on TikTok and X and they always called on to perform for any visiting dignitary.

The greatest of the Lilliputian ballerinas was Valyna (pronounced "Val-ee-na"). Lithe, athletic, pretty and petit even for Lilliputian standards, she had been dancing as soon as she could walk and could pull off aerial acrobatics none of the other dancers could perform. She became the prima ballerina for the troupe and always in demand for full performances and occasional private performances for special V.I.P.s visiting the island. A few visiting English royals had requested she travel to their countries to perform, but she was not yet of adult age, so the requests were respectfully denied.

Several years have passed since the discovery of Lilliput and Valyna was now an adult. Although her parents were apprehensive about her traveling off of their island, they couldn't deny her permission when the king was again requested she appear in England. Over the next few weeks, arrangements were made: She and her mother would go. A trusted family, cousins of the king, would be their escorts and host family, and a Royal Guardsman would accompany her and her mother to any performances. She would first dance for the king, whose health prohibited him from travel, who asked her if she would perform with the royal dancers, The Spandau Ballet, the premiere ballet troupe of the world.

Obviously, she couldn't dance on stage. It would be far too dangerous and no one in the audience would be able to see her. A smaller stage was built for Valyna and a huge television screen would be placed so the audience could watch her dance. Valyna became a huge draw to the shows, overshadowing the other dancers on the stage. She was given the title of prima ballerina and began to travel with the troupe to other countries, with her stage being redesigned so it could be moved about with the troupe and the host theater providing the television screen. After each show, the other members of the troupe would retire to their respective dressing rooms, but Valyna stayed behind for photographs with her V.I.P. fans, posing for selfies in the palm of their hands or on their shoulders.

She traveled around the world with the troupe for several months. After one of the shows, when the regular photograph routine was concluded, her Royal Guardsman carried her to the dressing room while her mother had tea with the Royal Family. All the other girls were gone and he set her down on the table in the empty room where her traveling dressing room was set up and excused himself to go to the restroom. While she was relaxing and starting to undress, Mrs. Bergeston, the mother of one of the other girls walked into the dressing room, having passed the Royal Guardsman who was chatting up one of the other dancers in the hallway. Seeing Valyna standing on the table, she walked over to her and congratulated her on another wonderful performance. Valyna graciously said "Thank you", then asked her if she would carry her over to the sink so she could take a shower under the faucet, a task usually undertaken by one of her fellow ballerinas. Mrs. Bergeston smiled and placed her hand palm up on the table and, being very accustomed to be carried in the hand of an English, Valyna hopped on and sat down. Mrs. Bergeston, who was the mother of the soloist, Valyna's understudy and who was next in line for the title of prima ballerina before Valyna joined the troupe, lifted the tiny girl into the air, smiling sweetly as Valyna smiled back up at her, not noticing that Mrs. Bergeston hand was slowly maneuvering over the unzipped top of her own daughter's travel bag.........

[DocRick]

"After my girlfriend Emma got miniaturized when she spilled several bottles of chemicals in the lab, she had to quit her job as a personal trainer. Bored with sitting at home, she begged me to take her to work with me. So, while I'm on the phone or facetiming with clients, she works out on my desk. I have to admit, she's really cute to watch when she's doing yoga. Today, while stretching, I noticed she was standing right in line with the steel balls of my "clacker".......I had to ask myself several times if I should do it or if I should not......and I did. She's still not talking to me!!! "

[DocRick]

Kidnapped and miniaturized by her stalker, pop singer Madilynne was deposited on a shelf in her stalker's house while he assembled her cage. Seeing her opportunity to escape, she scurried to the edge of the shelf, only to look down at what seemed to her to be a 60-foot drop to the floor. As it was a free-floating shelf with no support stands to climb down, she could only back away from edge and hope another opportunity presents for her to attempt to get away.

[DocRick]

Tiny as they are, shrunken ladies can sometimes get a little unruly or even disrespectful. A large Mason jar with some holes punched in the lid makes a good "time-out" chamber for them to reconsider their behavior.....especially when the jar is placed on a sunny windowsill. As the temperature and humidity increases inside the jar, they will begin to beg for your forgiveness.

[DocRick]

As a private pilot, I travel a lot. And I mean a lot. My wife couldn't handle my constant absence and every relationship after the divorce crashed and burned on take off. Practically living in hotels, I'll occasionally splurge when really nice accommodations are available. I had a trip to Jamaca coming up and having been there before, I knew the best hotel room on the island was the Regency Penthouse. Arriving at the hotel, I checked in at the desk. The concierge asked if I was expecting company, and I told him that I just wanted to spend a quiet evening in the most beautiful room in the Caribbean. He smiled and said, "If I may be so bold, sir, may I suggest the double chocolate pudding as desert?" I told him I would think about it and went up to my room.

After a long hot shower, I took a nap out on the balcony and soaked up the sun for an hour or so, sipping on a glass of fine rum. I began to get hungry, so I looked over the room service menu, selecting the prime rib with sautéed veggies and a baked potato. As an afterthought, I remembered what the concierge suggested, and I added the double chocolate pudding for desert to be brought up two hours after the main dinner arrived.

Dinner arrived and I enjoyed one of the finest meals I have ever had. Another glass of whiskey, then precisely two hours after dinner had arrived, room service knocked on the door and brought in a sterling silver plate with a matching dome covering the dessert. Rather extravagant, I thought to myself as I tipped the girl and sat down to eat the pudding. As I took off the cover, I was stunned to see a gorgeous Jamaican girl standing in the middle of the pudding. She couldn't have been more than five inches tall !!! I've seen many strange and wonderful things in my travels, but this was a definite showstopper. I just looked down at this girl, swaying slightly side to side, her gleaming white teeth shining as she smiled up at me. A splash of pudding clung to her ample breasts and another swatch was strategically smeared across her honey pot like a sweet, edible bikini. She lifted her hands over her head and slipped down into the pudding until only the tops of her breasts were exposed. She smiled and said, "They forgot the spoon again. I guess you'll just have to improvise." I reached towards her and took both of her hands between my thumb and index finger and lifted her pudding covered body out of the bowl and tipping my head back, I lowered her towards my mouth. I took her feet between my lips and began to lick the pudding from the soles of her feet. She began to giggle and squirm around, but I held her feet tight. I slowly sucked her deeper into my mouth, slowly, first her calves, then her knees, then her thighs, until my lips were curled around her waist. Then I began to work on her with my tongue. My wife had once told me the only reason she married me in the first place is because of what I could do to her with my tongue, and it must have had the same effect on this ebony beauty. She writhed around in my mouth, and I could taste her salty juices mixing with the sweet chocolate. She was squirming, moaning then screaming as I took her somewhere she apparently had never been before. Then slipping her in to her neck, I licked the rest of her clean of her pudding coating. As I never liked to waste food, I swirled her in the bowl again, completely covering her in the chocolatey goodness and licked and sucked her clean a few more times, each time driving her to a higher state of ecstasy. I laid her exhausted body on my belly next to the nearly empty bowl of pudding. After a few minutes of catching her breath, she rolled onto her knees and scooped a handful of pudding out of the bowl and began crawling south towards my fully aroused Johnson. She wrapped her arms and legs around it and climbed up the shaft which was a few inches taller than she and smeared the pudding onto the glans of my penis, then proceeded to lick it off as she rode my shaft like she was riding bareback on a stallion, and within a few minutes, she brought me to my own climatic expulsion.

Neither of us got much sleep that night and in the morning, room service retrieved my diminutive dark-skinned vixen. I barely had time to shave and shower before heading to the airport for the flight home. Thank God for autopilot. As I checked out of the hotel, the concierge smiled and asked if I enjoyed the desert. I told him it was the best pudding I had ever had and tipped him so well I'll be staying at the Red Roof Inn for the next few trips out of town.

[DocRick]

Clarice had just received the keys to her new townhouse apartment. The style of the architecture was turn of the 20th century so she wanted some period correct furniture to go with it. There was an antique shop in town, so she drove there to browse the inventory. She was immediately drawn to a full-length standing mirror. The frame was silver colored and exquisitely carved. She fell in love with it and bought it for a price far less than she had imagined it would be worth. She took it home and set it up in the bedroom, after getting undressed and slipping on a simple satin bath wrap.

Clarice peeled off the paper covering the glass. The glass of the mirror was very dusty and smudged so she got some Windex and began to clean it. Most of the dust and smudges came off easily, revealing the beautifully preserved mirror, but one smudge was stubborn. She rubbed and rubbed it, finally leaning in to the mirror for more pressure when she suddenly felt herself falling through the mirror........




Clarice plunged into pitch blackness, falling end over end for what seemed to be an eternity, abruptly ending in a splash into cold water. Her vision cleared and she saw she was in a puddle of water at the bottom of a rocky pit. She waded to the edge of the pool and climbed to the rim of the pit. She looked around and saw she was apparently on a beach somewhere. She looked out over the water, reaching to the horizon, then to her sides, viewing an endless stretch of beach in each direction. A shadow suddenly flashed over her, and she glanced up to see a seagull the size of an airplane. The monstrous bird apparently saw her too, as it wheeled and swooped down towards her. Flattening herself on the rocks, it passed over her, just missing her with a beak large enough to snatch her up like a minnow. She got up and started running, stopping when she saw the seagull flying away. Wondering what could have frightened off such a monster, she heard a child's voice speaking excitedly in a language she didn't recognize......coming from ABOVE her !!! She pivoted and saw a pair of bare feet as big as a small car. Her head slowly tilted upwards, nearly causing her to fall backwards, as she looked up at the face of a toddler, looking down at her with wide eyes and a gleeful grin on its face. The toddler had to be twenty feet tall !!! Clarice tried to run again. Somehow, she knew she had to get back to the pool of water, which had to be some kind of interdimensional portal, in order to get back to her world. She ran as fast as her feet could move on the rocky terrain towards the pool. Just before reaching the edge of the pit, she stumbled and fell to the ground. Before she could get up to run, two mattress sized hands curled around her and lifted her up into the air. The humongous toddler turned its head and shouted excitedly over its shoulder, towards two other giants, an adult man and woman, both three times the size of the colossus that was clutching her in its hands. Clarice looked down at the pool below her, just as the child turned to show what it had found to its parents, one of its massive feet stepping on the edge of the pit, cascading sand into the pool, totally obliterating the portal, trapping Clarice in this oversized world where she was no longer a young woman but the toy of an excited toddler....or, as the toddlers parents, saying something she didn't understand but could tell from the tone of their voices and the look on their faces, they too were enthralled with their child's discovery, as the man reached down and plucked her out of the toddlers hands, his telephone pole size fingers squeezing, poking and turning her around, over and upside down, her wrap tearing away from her body as they examined the tiny frightened creature..................maybe something even worse.

[DocRick]

"I've been studying Colonial Architecture at the university for four years now as I work on my Architecture degree. It's time for spring break, so I pack a bag and leave for a long drive home for the two weeks I'll have no classes. Getting hungry, I stop at a Burger King to get some food. As I order, I notice the Kid's Meal comes with a Pocahontas toy from the recently released Disney movie. I add one Kid's Meal to my order and ask the cashier, a very attractive blonde around 19, if she could put one of the Pocahontas figures in the bag. She tells me she's sorry, but they are all out of them. Then she inquires if it's for my daughter. I tell her, no, that's it's for my little sister...then for some reason, I tell her I'm single. I take my food and sit down to eat. A hand suddenly appears from behind me, holding one of the Pocahontas figures. It's the same cute cashier who had taken my order. She sets the toy down on the table, grabs one of my fries. She dips the fry into the ketchup cup, swirls it around, then puts it in her mouth.....and drops a piece of paper with her name and phone number written on it."



"Finishing my meal, I pick up the piece of paper and tuck it in my wallet then walk out of the restaurant. I look at the plastic toy in my hand, thinking that my little sister, an accidental addition to the family when I was 18 and a big Disney movie fan, will love it."



"Continuing on my journey home, I see a very old stone house in an overgrown wooded lot. The roof is gone, the windows are gone, but the stone masonry seems to be intact. I decide to stop and take a look at it, seeing as I learned about this style of construction in my classes. I check out the house's interior. Apparently there had been a fire here and they never restored the house. I took a lot of photographs then started back to my car when I noticed something in the bushes.....a wood cabinet of some sort. I walk over to it and pick it up, opening the door with the gold colored key that is still in the lock. Inside are some type of early electrical wire insulators, but not of any material I've ever seen. They insulators are slighted melted and there's a definite scorch mark by one of the wires. Maybe the house was struck by lightning and that's how it burned down. Still, I wonder why no one ever rebuilt it.........I decide to keep the cabinet. Maybe I'll donate it to the university."



"I finally arrive home and to my surprise, no one is home. I put the cabinet in the garage, then remembering the toy I picked up for my sister, I put it inside it. I'll surprise her with it when everyone comes home. Finally, they got home, and we had the customary tearful reunion, then dinner, some beers with dad, playing a Nickelodeon game with my sister who then goes to bed. Mom and Dad excuse themselves to go to sleep and I get ready to get some ZZZZ's myself when I remember the toy in the cabinet. I walk out in the garage, unlock it and open the door....to find the toy is gone and replaced by a living, breathing Indian maiden that is only 5 inches tall !!!! A real WTF moment !!! The tiny girl is terrified, cowering in a corner. I slowly reach inside, gently wriggling my fingers around her, then lift her out of the cabinet. Too terrified to even struggle, she just stared up at me with the wide eyes of a doe staring into the headlights of a truck. I slowly open my hand so she's sitting in my palm. Her mouth opens and she says in perfect formal English, "Please, don't hurt me." "



"Getting over my own state of shock, I whisper that she needn't be afraid. I won't harm her. I carry her into the house and to my bedroom. I don't put her down yet but sit on my bed. Getting a little less fearful, she begins to respond to my questions, such as how does she know English. She explains that white people had came to her land and built a settlement near her village. The men of the tribe and the men of the settlement have become friends, trading among each other and the women of the settlement had taught her English. From the description of the events and the clothing she describes being worn by the white people, she had lived in the late 1500's on the Atlantic coast of what was to become the United States. But how is it she is here now? And why so small? We continued to talk all night. I set her on my nightstand where she marveled at my alarm clock, my wristwatch, a pen and particularly my iPhone. Sometime during the night, I realized that the cabinet must be some kind of portal from one dimension of time to another. I also knew I couldn't keep her here in my world. I'll send her back to her world in the morning. I asked her if she was hungry and she said she was, so I picked her up and we quietly went to the kitchen where I grabbed a beer and some sliced ham, cheese and a couple pieces of bread. We returned to my room where I laid down on the bed, setting her and the plate on my chest. We both nibbled on the food while we continued to talk all night, I occasionally stroking her long black hair and she would nuzzle the tip of my finger with her lips and cheeks, until I saw the first rays of sun beginning to show on the horizon."



"I decided I had to send her back to her own place and time. She had just nodded off on my chest and while I hated to wake her, I wanted to get her back into the cabinet before anyone else woke up. She protested a little as I fiddled with her hair, but she abruptly came awake at the same time I smelled burning wood. I scooped her up in my hand, then stood up and walked over to the window. We immediately saw the bright glow of a fire. Dad had gotten up early and was burning some scrap wood that had been lying around from repairs on the barn. Then, we both saw it at the same time......clearly visible in the middle of the flames, was a strange green glow and the outline of the wooden cabinet that was my little Indian maiden's only way home........."



Footnote: The white settlement the Indian maiden spoke of was wiped out by her tribe, members of the Croatoan nation, after the disappearance of the chief's daughter. Two young white settlers, while drunk, were caught by warriors attempting to rape another Indian girl and were accused of killing the chief's daughter. The colonists refused to allow the men to be subject to Indian law and a battle began and all the colonists were killed...except for one. As custom, one young white girl was taken alive to replace the missing daughter. She was later married to a warrior, raised a family and eventually died of old age, never to see another white person again as the tribe was continually pushed westward by new arriving settlers. Her story became the center of myths and legends and the area of the lost colony, when it achieved statehood in the fledging United States of America, was named after her. The first white person born in the new world, whose colony was slaughtered due to a false accusation towards two men who had nothing to do with the missing chief's daughter, had been named Virginia Dare.

[DocRick]

Miss Crabtree had just finished her first year of teaching 5th grade military dependent children at a school located on army base. With only an hour to go before the end of the school day, she left her students with crayons and paper to draw pictures of what they are going to do during their summer vacation while she walked to the principal's office to turn in some paperwork. When she got back, she found the students clustered around Billy Johnson, looking at something in his hand. Billy had a habit of sneaking onto restricted areas of the base and finding things, sometimes dangerous things, and bringing them to class. She approached the students and saw Billy had a small spherical metallic object a little smaller than a Ping-Pong ball in his hand. She took it from him and asked him where he found it. Billy admitted he went to a site where an "experimental aircraft" had crashed a few years ago. The site was still restricted but was no longer guarded and he was able to dig under the fence and found this object near some pieces of strange looking metal fragments of the "aircraft".

Miss Crabtree began to examine it, noticing some markings that looked like letters or numbers, but not in an language she had ever seen before. As she turned it around in her hand, her finger pressed down on a small button. The object began to glow, then she began to glow. The object began to get bigger and bigger in her hand. It grew to the size of a softball, then a basketball, then a yoga ball as she struggled to keep hold of it. The glow abruptly faded away. At that moment, as Miss Crabtree looked around her, surrounded by tennis shoes the size of cars, she realized that the object had not gotten bigger, she had gotten smaller, about five inches tall. She dropped the object as one of the students reached down and grabbed her in their hand. As she was passed around from student to student, pandemonium broke out in the classroom and the strange object was inadvertently kicked by one of the students and it rolled across the floor and fell into a floor heating vent. The noise brought the principal to the classroom and the student that was holding Miss Crabtree at that moment, quickly stuffed her into their bookbag and zipped it closed.

The principal took a seat at the desk, instructing the students to be quiet and go back to the pictures they were making. Miss Crabtree yelled for help, but her voice could not be heard through the heavy nylon fabric of the students bookbag. When the final bell rang, the student, forgetting Miss Crabtree was in her bookbag, picked it and went home.

The parents of the student that kept Miss Crabtree was transferred to another base shortly afterwards. Miss Crabtree, who had been counseled a few times during the year for emotional breakdowns when she had trouble controlling the children, was assumed to have quit and was never reported missing by the base school superintendent.

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Roxanne, a student at the university, had been babysitting for one of the professors, a widower with two sons, from the Microbiophysilogy department. Even though he was ten years older than she, she developed a crush on him and she confessed this to him one day. He told her that he really liked her and found her very attractive, a strict policy prohibited students and faculty from having relationships and he couldn't afford to risk losing his position at the university. She was sad, but said she understood and asked if she could still babysit the children. He agreed as long as she didn't tell anyone what she had told him.

One weekend when the professor was going to a conference, Roxanne came over to babysit from Friday through Sunday night.  She made the boys their dinner, then they went to the game room to play some videos. Roxanne walked around the house, picking up and putting away some of their toys. She found what she thought was a toy space gun on the floor and picked it up. Noticing how heavy it was, she started examining it, turning it over and around in her hands when one of her fingers hit a button and a flash emitted from the barrel, striking her in the midsection. She felt as if she was hit by lightning and passed out, dropping the gun to the floor.

The boys ran into the room when they heard the noise. They found Roxanne miniaturized on the floor, the gun sparking and smoking from hitting the ground.......


"Oh, crap. Where did you find that gun, Joey?"

"It was on the desk in Dad's lab. I was playing with it and I guess I forgot to put it back."

"We're in trouble now."

Placing his finger on her belly, Billy knew she was still alive and breathing, just unconscious.

"What we gonna do, Billy?"

"We can't tell anyone. Dad will know what to do when he gets home......Go down the basement and get that old hamster cage. We'll keep her in there until then.....Have you seen the cat?"