Size Therapy

[coolguy69]

Size Therapy

July 21st, 2027.
With the invention of the shrink ray, it was only a small matter of time before humans wanted to test it on organic objects and on themselves. Some people wanted to be shrunk permanently right away. But for ethical reasons, the government didn't allow it. After making headway, a community of shrunken women enthusiasts broke through with a modality called "Size Therapy." Similar to Trans Therapy, Size Therapy theorized that if an individual truly wanted to be small, they could pass some checks for a year and be eligible to be shrunk.
Sherri, a high school teacher of 20 years, was one such person. She had a reputation of being hard but fair. She generally had no trouble with most students and put delinquents in their place. She also dreamed often of a life where she could play her role as teacher while small. Somehow, the juxtaposition of protected authority behind a small, effeminate stature enamored her entire being. She signed up for Size Therapy as soon as she learned it was legal.

July 21st, 2026.
Sherri began Size Therapy with a psychologist named Randy. He began to probe here with a series of general questions for their first appointment. He looked up and began scribbling with his pen. "Why do you want to become small?"
"I can't explain it... I've always thought about it since I was young." Sherri responded in earnest, her voice quivering a little.
"What does being small mean to you?"
"Joy...pure joy. I don't know why, it would just seem to complete me."
"Mhm, mhm."
Sherri began to look up at Randy with intent, and began pleading with him. "Oh Doc, do you think I have a problem?"
Randy smiled. "Just answer honestly. How would you go about daily life if you were small?"
Immediately, Sherri's pleading face turned to excitement. "Oh Doc, that's my favorite part! My... I would need little ladders around the house, help from my husband, and just everything would become a chore... did I tell you I'm a teacher?"
"No." Randy duly kept writing.
"Oh my gosh... I'd have to steel my command with the students, while small! Sherri's joy imploded as she covered her mouth. Years of dreams were coming out in minutes. She began tearing up.
"What's wrong?" Randy asked. Sherri shrugged her head back and forth, sharing non-verbally that she had been mourning something.
"I just... thank you... I know I'm crazy, I just can't help it. I'm so tired of feeling big."
Randy nodded. "Thank you, Sherri. I think I have enough information for now. We'll get back to you if you qualify. Have a nice day."
Sherri got an e-mail one month later. 'Your next Size Therapy appointment will be September 21st.' Her heart jumped. "Raz, Raz!" She shouted. Her husband Raz popped his head into the room moments later.
"Yes, dearest?"
"Look!"
"Oh... great! So they did accept you in!"
"I know! I'm so exciiiteeed...." Sherri's voice soothed through with enthusiasm.
Raz looked at her. "You sure you want to do this? I'm just worried, honey, you know it's going to be permanent, right?"
"Till death do us part." She jokingly responded.
"No, I mean, I..." Raz hesitated. His concern suddenly sprang towards his own fears. "...I'm scared honey, you know, being that size would be dangerous." Sherri's excitement rose as his words and expressions formed in front of her.
"That's why I'll have you!" She smiled, and clasped her hands together and dangled her arms back and forth. Raz could only sigh.
"We'll see."

September 21st, 2026.
Sherri arrived 15 minutes early for her Size Therapy appointment. She knocked on Randy's door. There was no response. She nervously checked the time, confirmed it, and went to a seat in the lobby. A woman came around and greeted herself.
"Hi, I'm Maria."
"Sherri."
"Hi, so these chairs are reserved for normal sized people. You'll have to stand." Sherri's heart jumped as she felt herself stand. Maria turned around and left into the [Office Staff] door. Sherri stood awkwardly in the chair-laden room, and at time went to Randy's door again and knocked. No response. This time, she could hear Randy's voice faintly through the door. She waited outside.
Maria came around the hallway. "That part of the door is reserved for normal sized people. Please gently knock on the tiny's section." Sherri's eyes widened as she saw herself lower her body down and "tinily tap" the bottom of the door. She heard Randy's voice clearly.
"Come in!"
Sherri opened the door and walked inside. Randy sat and wrote. Sherri figured she wasn't allowed to sit, so she stood in his office awkwardly. Maria's voice came around the doorway. "That door handle is..."
"Reserved. Got it." Sherri walked outside the office, and saw Maria down the hall waiting for her. She reached for the door handle, but corrected her arm back. She looked back at Maria, dumbfounded. Randy was sitting there in the room, still writing, door open. She looked back at Maria, who was now looking away. Sherri approached her.
"That speed is reserved..."
"Got it." She tip-toed back away from Maria at about the pace she might be if she were small. She then began tip-toeing quickly, to mimic a tiny run. She "ran" back to Maria and began trying to get her attention.
"Hi, miss?" Maria ignored her. Sherri lowered her point of view down near the floor. She waved up with both arms.
"Hi, miss?" Maria again, ignored her. Desperately, she shouted and waved quickly. "Miss!!!" Maria's face slowly pandered, and she looked down.
"Oh, hey." She responded.
"Can you help me please?"
"I don't understand."
"Can you close that door once I run in?" Maria looked down at Sherri and gently nodded. "Thanks!"
Sherri got up, "ran" into the office, and Maria closed the door behind her, saying, "Doc, visitor." Sherri obediently lowered herself down, looked up at Randy, and smiled. "I'm tiny!" She said.
"Get it?" He said.
"Got it."
"Good. Practice being small for 2 hours every day. See you."
"Thank you!!" Sherri stood up and tip-toed back to the closed door. She looked at the handle and swore under her breath.

November 21st, 2026.
Sherri had been "playing small" at home for hours every day. She learned how to constantly ask for help. As her and Raz approached the office door, Raz opened it for her and let Sherri in. Sherri's face was beaming as she tip-toed towards her chair.
"Hiiii!" She waved, with both arms, at Randy. Raz came over and "picked her up" and "put her" on a chair. Raz sat down next to her.
"How are you feeling about this, Raz?" Randy asked.
"I've never seen her happier. I think we're ready..." Raz put one hand on Sherri's lap, and Sherri beamed a smile back, "holding" his index finger with both hands clasped around it. Randy opened up a projector screen image and started sharing.
"This is a photo of the T-80-XR shrink ray. It's going to shrink Sherri down to eighteen inches tall in eight months. You will need to make necessary prep with her school facultiy. You are sure you're ready?"
Sherri internally gaped at the picture of the shrink ray. She stared at it in revered awe and respect. Her heart raced as she imagined being smaller. Her dreamed reality was both so far away and so close at the same time. Every time her heart raced like this, her mind raced, too. Dreaming of "being small" was like a cacophony of human experiences all happening at once. Excitement, fear, joy, embarrassment, love, and hate all writhed within her sphere. Her mind did not hear what was said next; she simply stared at the picture of the shrink ray and let herself feel bliss.
"Yes, we're ready." Raz said.
"Good. See you in 2 months." Randy responded. Sherri's face continued to pander at the photo. Raz saw her mind agape and nudged her.
"Okay, 'teeny', time to go..." Raz stood over her and "picked up" Sherri from the chair and "put her down." Sherri tip-toed out of the room in a blissful daze.

January 21st, 2027.
Present in the room were Sherri, Raz, Randy, and Sherri's school principal, Eric. Randy looked at Eric, showed him a picture of the shrink ray, and began to probe. "She's going to be eighteen inches tall... how will you handle that?" Sherri's hands wrapped around Raz's thumb. Her hands somehow felt small around him.
"We'll make the annoucements this week. She's to be respected as a teacher as she's always been."
Sherri chimed in. "I won't let my size undermine my role. That's a challenge I will never back down from." Eric continued to support her case.
"We'll have harsh punishments for any students who harm Sherri. Taking advantage of her size will result in expulsion." Randy's pen rattled as Eric continued. "Sherri's been here for years... the school's got her back in chasing her dreams." Sherri's heart began to race. But before the bliss loop took her over, she let her authoritative voice come in, with a slight bite of uncertainty.
"I'm a teacher first, little person second. Simple as that." Her sentence trailed off. Sure, for now, she could say that. But the idea of being smaller, was, inside, her true priority. She wanted to be small and notice how it genuinely undermined her authority, no matter how small or innocent the transgression. Feeling small was her favorite feeling, just beyond earning respect. Randy piped in.
"Good, good. As long as she's got help, we're ready to pass her to the next stage."

March 21st, 2027.
Sherri arrived outside of the office where her appointment was at and saw Maria waiting for her at the outside front door. She was told to come to this appointment alone and to "Be ready." She tip-toed up to Maria.
"Hi Maria!" She waved, both arms in the air. Maria ignored her. Sherri stared at the door handle. She realized what this was about. But how was she supposed to "get in?"
A man came by and passed by Maria and Sherri. Paying no mind, he opened the door, and it began to close. Sherri held the door open with both hands, and began tip-toeing towards the opening. Maria closed it shut on her.
"Too weak." She said.
Maria and Sherri sat outside the door for another 5 minutes. This time that a person opened the door, Sherri quickly followed them in, mimicking a "run". Maria trailed behind her. Good, she was inside. Now, she had to get to the office. But it was on the 2nd floor. She had two options: go up a flight of stairs, or take the elevator. Sherri's heart rate increased as she found herself feeling her tiny dilemma. She went over to the elevator door and waited. After 10 more minutes, the door opened. A person walked out, and she tip-toed in. Maria followed her - the elevator door opening-and-closing from the detector on the side at the duo's slow pace. The door finally closed. Now, Sherri was "stuck tiny" in an elevator with "no way" to press the floor buttons. What would she do now?
To Sherri's surprise, Maria pressed the "2" button. "Wrong choice." Maria said. "First, that elevator door is not going to stay open when you're small. It's going to shut on you." Sherri nodded obediently. "Second, now you're stuck. Go to the office. We're going to teach you something."
Sherri entered Randy's office and noticed a tall excercise block, towering to about her height and width. "Been doing your exercises lately?" Randy asked. Sherri nodded. "Good. Climb up and climb down." Sherri put her hands at the top of the block and pushed herself up. With moderate to high struggle, she raised her body up, and placed her feet on the block. Then, she twisted around, dangled her feet off, and tushed herself off, landing on the floor with a slight huff.
"Good, now, 14 more." Sherri looked at Randy and up at the block. Just one set had tired her. But, determined to pass the test, she steeled her resolve and climbed herself up and lowered herself off.
"Two. Keep going." Sherri felt overwhelmed. She did keep going, but after two more, she was completely out of breath. She panted at Randy.
"I need help." She said. It was now her mantra.
Randy gave her a slight smile. "The lesson today is help will not always come. You'll need to be fast on your feet and ready to do big things. If you're going to be small, you'll need to be fit." Sherri, still panting with her hands on her hips, nodded. She looked up at the block and imagined it was a stair. She imagined herself being small. She felt absolutely overwhelmed and she loved it. One of her favorite parts of "feeling small" was being overwhelmed by someone else, and she realized then that her life in general would be overwhelming, too. She looked at Randy, still slightly panting.
"By next appointment I'll be able to do thirty." She said, staring at Randy with determination.
"See you for your final appointment. Good work today." He responded.
"Help with the door... please?" Randy smiled.

May 21st, 2027.
This time, Maria stopped over at Sherri's house an hour early. She greeted a surprised Sherri at the door, who was getting ready to drive over. Sherri's heart raced again - it was as if events were causing her to feel small on command. She waved her arms at Maria and softly yelled, "Hello!"
"Hey, Sher. This lesson is going to be in air flight. Have you been flying your drone around?"
"Yep! I've been flying it every day!" Sherri responded, excitedly.
"Great. You won't be able to use traditional locomotion, but we've got something for you." Maria pulled out a customized drone, which included a steering wheel, tiny radio (pitched up for tiny ears), and a harness and tiny seat for a tiny passenger. "The second floor office window is open. Use this controller to guide it in."
Sherri took a moment to look at the drone's features. That's how small she would be. She would be driving a drone around... it was brilliant. Steeling herself back for the test, she snapped back and took the controller from Maria's hands. She began to fly the drone around.
Suddenly, Maria grabbed the controller from Sherri and threw it on the ground. Sherri panicked. "What was that for!?" Sherri exclaimed, and picked the controller back up. The drone seemed okay. But as suddenly as she had picked up the controller, Maria shoved Sherri forward and Sherri fell face-first into the ground, shouting in pain. The controller clanged on the floor and stopped a few feet away. The moment Sherri got her marbles back, she expressed her tiny rage.
"Hey!!" Sherri exclaimed. "That really hurt!" Maria ignored her, took the controller, and flew the drone upside down. Sherri, still dazed, looked up at Maria and suddenly felt very small. Again, it was the same bliss. She felt hurt, indignated, shocked, angry, and small. Something about it made all these emotions feel, somehow, small, as if she didn't matter in the best way possible. Oh, and her face hurt. Dazed, angry, and excited, Sherri got up and then crouched down. Looking up at Maria with angry eyes, through pursed teeth and lips, she squeaked out, "Can I have it back?" Maria looked down and smiled.
"Say pretty please."
"Pretty pretty please?" Sherri said back, with a tinge of sarcastic anger.
"Now say, 'I'm a little tiny teeny doll'"
Sherri hesitated. "Um..... please?"
"No." Maria looked back at the controller and began to fly the drone towards a tree.
"I'malittletinyteenydoll!!!" Sherri quickly exclaimed. She now felt waves of humiliation, embarrassment, and powerlessness... mixed in with small. The stronger her negative emotions became, the more joy she felt. She found herself in this moment, asking herself: "Why? Why do I enjoy this?"
"There you go, little tiny teeny doll." Maria handed Sherri the controller, and Sherri navigated the drone into Randy's office and placed it on his desk.
"How'd she take it?" Randy asked over the drone's camera-phone.
"As expected." Maria responded.
"Good. Sherri, your shrink date is in two months. You've officially passed Size Therapy. Enjoy. Just be wary, you'll have to give in to whatever people want from you." Satisfied, Maria took the controller back from Sherri and left out the front door.
Perhaps this was Sherri's favorite part of imagining herself as a shrunken woman. The prospect of being small, she thought, made her more of a woman than anything ever had. She imagined feeling cuter, her emotions becoming infinitely numerous, her silent blushes of embarrassment redder than ever, her boundaries being constantly tested and crossed, and her physical size limited. Being small was It. And as the date approached. She simply couldn't contain her excitement. She found herself telling Raz "Make me say 'I'm a little little flustered tiny doll,' and if I don't, make me." Raz loved her, and would do anything for her, so he obliged by making her wear a maid outfit and having her clean a dish "while tiny" with a tooth brush. Little to say other than Sherri loved and hated every minute of it.

July 21st, 2027.
"T-80-XR - online."
"Systems check: optimal."
"Power ready."
The government chaperones' procedure was militaristic. Sherri sat in a chair, listening to it all, looking down the barrel of an actual shrink ray. It was pointed right at her!
"Oh God..." Sherri muttered to herself. Her eyes closed and she gripped the chair tightly with her hands. It was incomparible to anything, sitting there, waiting to be shrunk. It was as if she was on the world's most dangerous, scariest, tallest roller coaster possible, times ten.
"Systems nominal."
"Check."
Sherri opened her eyes again. She saw the barrel start to glow dark blue, and turn towards a moderate blue. Her heart pounded deeply and rapidly inside her chest.
"Oh...ohh...." She muttered. She knew she had one way out. She could leave the chair. It was explained to her. If you want out, just leave the chair. She felt a strong urge to do so, and an even stronger urge to stay put. These two thoughts danced a little until her emotions welled up inside her chest.
"Quantum starter, ready."
The blue grew a little lighter. Sherri felt herself check the floor. She could still touch it with her feet. She took a deep breath, and closed her eyes again. Her mind raced endlessly. Each moment lasted forever. She felt the strongest sense she had ever felt of not wanting this to happen, yet all that did was increase the desire to sit in that seat and allow herself to become "small." This created an endless cascading effect of causing each moment to go by more slowly and overwhelmingly.
"RA Starter: engaged."
"Ohhhh!!!" Sherri heard every command from the chaperones as if it had shrunk her. She kept mentally checking her feet... still planted... still planted... but she simply couldn't take it. She kept fighting herself in her mind. What was she doing? She closed her eyes and took deep breaths quickly, panting, unable to calm herself. All she knew in this moment was bliss, love and hate, joy and fear. Her consciousness was enraptured by the reality of what was about to happen. In the background of the cacophony, Sherri heard a 'click' around her ankles and wrists. She was now locked into place.
"Straps locked."
"Clear."
The moment she heard that, Sherri opened her eyes wide, taking in the moment. She felt her feet lift of the floor, she saw the metal end of the shrink ray glowing bright blue right at her, and she noticed her eye level dropping. She suddenly realized she had made a mistake as her irreversible Reality started to set in. What had she done? What had she done? She suddenly didn't want to feel small anymore as she did for the past year - now that she was becoming smaller, she longed forever in her soul to be big again. Her arms and legs attempted to wriggle out, but failed. She continued to stare into the endless blue abyss that was presently shrinking her down, down, down.... the only place she felt any joy in this moment was in the very deepest cresses of her mind. Everything else was a fight against being labeled small.
As the ray's glow lessened, Sherri was wide eyed and filled with panic. She looked down at the floor, which was now hovering a good relative 10-15 feet below her wide open eyes looking down upon it. There was no safe way to lower herself from the chair at her new size, which instilled fear and a longing to "be a regular adult." She wanted to leave - she never wanted to see that shrink ray again - it had done something to her that she regretted over and over again in those moments as she saw her husband come into view.
Raz came over, picked Sherri up, and gave his tiny wife a big hug. She tried to push Raz away, she pushed with all of her might, all of the muscles she had been training for almost a year, but all she heard against the backdrop of her husband's powerful and all-encompassing hug was a cooing voice: "Awwww! My little doll's a little flusty wustered."
"Why... why... why!!!!" She screamed in her head as she continued to resist him. Nothing - absolutely nothing - could have prepared Sherri for how small she would feel for the rest of her life.

[potyzeff]

Love the ending (so far?)!