
For the umpteenth time, Jasmine wished she hadn’t done what she had done.
And for the umpteenth time, Jasmine reminded herself that she didn’t have a choice. Not if she wanted to get back together with Rob.
Jasmine had graduated high school a couple of weeks ago, shortly after her eighteenth birthday. In a couple of months, she would be starting college.
And therein lied the rub.
Jasmine’s long-term boyfriend had enlisted in the military. Their plan was to get married when Jasmine graduated college.
The problem was Jasmine wanted to wait until after they got married to be intimate with Rob. Rob didn’t want to wait.
So Rob broke up with her.
Now Jasmine was trying to get back together with Rob. She had gotten hold of a dose of Shrink, shrinking herself to four and a half inches in height. She was wearing a dress made out of chocolate, and “packed” herself in a box of chocolates to send to Rob.
Jasmine was nervous as hell, but she was trying to save her relationship with Rob.
Besides, oral sex and shrunken sex weren’t real sex. The President had said as much.
Jasmine remained quiet as the heart shaped package she was in was jostled about. Finally it came to a stop. She heard the tearing of paper, which she knew meant the shipping package her candy box was in was being opened. Jasmine took a deep breath, reminding herself she was doing this for her and Rob.
Then the candy box was opened. Jasmine looked up. The giant face looking back down at her didn’t belong to Rob.



