Another Mini-Story from Tina Tempest

[Tina Tempest]

Shrink aficionados, here is a little something I wrote. I hope it slakes your thirst a bit. I am currently at work on another novel; a sequel to my non shrink novel "Collaring Faith" Not sure when I will return to tiny collections in the mean time I present ---


The Plumber

"Your wife's wrist is wedged in the drain, Mr. Fernandez. I can't get her out without removing the sink from the wall and cutting it apart."
"Isn't there any other way?"
"Yeah, but it's a means of last resort. Let me go out to my truck. be back in a moment."
"I'm sorry Peter!"
"Explain to me how this happened again, sweetheart."
"I already told you, my wedding ring went down the drain and I reached after it. You know how much I hate this old sink."
"It's antique and solid brass. It will cost a fortune to replace."
"I know you love this sink, honey but it is so impractical."
"This is a historic house. You don't mind the brass tub in the bathroom."
"That's different!"
"Sure..."
Whatever Peter was going to say to his trim, well proportioned, straw-blonde wife was interrupted by the return of the plumber. He had a tank on his back attached to a nozzle.
"Where'd you get THAT," joked Peter, "The set of "Ghostbusters?""
"It's the latest thing. I'll have your wife out of that drain in a minute. But first Mr. Fernandez, you had best pick up that tea towel."
"Why?"
"You'll need it. Before we start. I'll apologize in advance so long as you promise to not punch me or beat me up. Can I have your word?"
"Of course! Why would I beat you up?"
"Jealousy." returned the plumber as he aimed the nozzle of his device at Marion Fernandez. There was a bright flash of crimson light and then...
"Holy Shit!"
Marion stood bent with one arm in the drain but now she was tiny, no more than ten inches tall. Her empty clothing had settled in small heaps on the floor of the kitchen and the lip of the sink.
The plumber, who had had to resort to this means before, took the stunned moment on the part of the Fernandez’s to really appreciate Marion. He had been smitten with her from the moment he had first entered the house. She had been a model before marriage, and she still had it. He savored the sight of her still long-seeming legs, shapely derriere, blonde landing strip, sexy navel, and prodigious breasts. Marion Fernandez was a stunner at any scale.
"What the Fuck?" cried Marion and Peter almost simultaneously.
The plumber remained unflustered.
"You should use that tea towel now Mr. Fernandez," he said with a grin.
"Peter!" cried Marion as she stood and strove to cover herself with her hands. A moment later, she was in her husband's trembling hands wrapped in the towel.
"Are you OK, honey?"
"I think so. Where did the rest of me go?"
Peter Fernandez scowled at the plumber.
"Is that thing legal?"
"Not strictly speaking, but I can reverse the process in three hours."
"Three hours?"
"Yeah, it takes that long for the condenser to recharge. I'll use those billable hours now that your wife is not in the way to disassemble the drain and retrieve her wedding ring and put everything back together."
"I ought to deck you!"
"You promised you wouldn't Mr. Fernandez. If you do my rig won't recharge until tomorrow at triple-overtime rates."
"You weasel! What do we do in the interim?"
"Well, you are a young newly married couple. I'm sure you will think of something."
Peter gazed at the tiny wonder in his grasp. Marion looked so beautiful and tiny in his grasp, like an exotic animal or bird. No, he considered, a genie or a pixie! He remembered Tinkerbelle from "Peter Pan" and his thoughts went to areas he had long forgotten. He immediately forgave the plumber in his mind. Grinned like a little boy and then planted a delicate kiss all over his wife's tiny, startled face. He nodded at the plumber and made his way up the stairs towards the master bedroom.
"Honey? Where are we going?" asked Marion.
"You heard the man. I just thought of something!"
***
As he left the old rambling home later that evening, the plumber considered the wad of cash in his breast pocket. Mr. Fernandez was far too generous he thought. The sight of Marion Fernandez in the altogether would stay with him a long time. She was quite a change from the usual frumpy old married hags he usually had to shrink. He knew just what he would be thinking about as he settled down to sleep tonight. The expensive rig was worth every penny.

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May all your shrinking adventures be merry Hugs, Tina

[Tina-Tiny]

This is adorable. Very nice. <3

[Enigma12]

Nice