[𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟]
Imani Williams ran like she was shedding the weight of the world—stride by stride, breath by breath.
The garage was warm with her motion, filled with the steady sound of the treadmill and the soft rhythm of her breath. Her fitted tank clung to her like second skin, damp from the light sheen that glistened across her toned shoulders and full curves. The long workday—corporate calls, tight smiles, impossible deadlines—melted off her with every step. Out here, alone in her garage, she wasn’t someone’s manager, someone’s inbox, someone’s stress. She was just a woman in motion, beautiful and unbothered.
Mrs. Williams mind was miles away, chasing clarity.
Unaware. Unprepared.
But that was about to change.
LIZ HARRINGTON - (whispering, grinning) "Jeez, Destiny… your mom has so much potential."
She pulls a sleek, chrome device from her pocket—small and unmistakably high-tech—as her grin widens with wicked excitement.
"I think she might actually have a shot at the title."
Destiny’s eyes flick to the sleek Pocket Nano in Liz’s hand, her heart quickening. She’d heard all the stories—classmates whispering about girls shrunk mid-class, stepmoms vanished during sleepovers—and part of her had always been curious…
She watches her mom, flawless and smug on that treadmill, barking at her just hours ago about dishes, grades, curfews.
DESTINY WILLIAMS (quietly, a flicker of a grin forming) "Can I do the honors?"
Liz raised an eyebrow, then slowly grinned. Without a word, she placed the Pocket Nano in Destiny’s trembling hand.
[𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖: 𝕕𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕤]
Mrs. Williams’ stride falters—just for a second. She blinks, confused. A strange phenomenon swarms in the air around her, attacking like static clinging to her skin.
Then it hits.
A sudden surge of energy rips through her body—hot, electric, dizzying. Her chest tightens, breath catches, and for a moment, it feels like her heartbeat is echoing through her whole body. The treadmill blurs beneath her feet, the world bending at the edges like heat rippling off asphalt.
Her skin flushes, burning warm—like she’s blushing from the inside out. The garage lights stretch into streaks, the ceiling seems impossibly far away, and her limbs tingle with a strange, ticklish numbness. She gasps, stumbling—her hands instinctively reaching out, but the air feels thicker now, heavier.
Her perspective is shifting. Everything’s growing—or rather, she’s shrinking. Rapidly. Unstoppably.
Destiny’s mouth falls open, eyes wide as she watches Liz carefully lift the tiny Mrs. Williams up to eye level. Every detail is perfect—the faint sheen of sweat on her tank, the tiny scuffs on her miniature sneakers—only now, impossibly small.
LIZ HARRINGTON (grinning ear to ear) "Oooh look at her! Your mom’s basically a pocket-sized powerhouse. She’s so gonna crush it tomorrow! I swear, she'll stomp the competition."
Liz carefully lowers a bright pink highlighter on to Mrs. Williams, making the woman look even smaller by comparison.
LIZ HARRINGTON (leans in, voice dropping to a playful whisper) "Alright, tiny titan, time to stay undercover. We don’t want any teachers finding out about this... or we could get in really big trouble!"
Mrs. Williams struggles inside the cramped, sweaty confines of the pencil pouch. Her tiny body presses against the fabric, slick with sweat, eyes wide and glistening with tears as panic rises.
MRS. WILLIAMS (squeaking, voice trembling) "Where… where are you taking me?!"
Liz smirks softly, slowly closing the zipper to the pencil pouch, Mrs. Williams' squeaks immediately becoming muffled.
[𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪]
The noisy lunchroom falls into a hushed awe as students gather around a tray, eyes fixed on the tiny battlefield within. On the uneven terrain of mashed potatoes and gravy, Mrs. Williams faces off against the reigning champion, Ms. Thompson, fierce and undefeated.
