After finishing college and getting a job, Cliff bought a duplex in a semirural area. He lived in one side and rented the other fully furnished side to help make the mortgage payment. His first tenant only stayed a year, then she moved in. Her name was Maggie and she was beautiful. Cliff soon found himself attracted to her, but any flirtation he initiated, failed to get any response from her. When she was at work, he installed some hidden cameras in her half of the duplex, and he would watch her in the living room, kitchen, shower and bedroom. Dashing his hopes for a romance, he discovered Maggie was gay. He continued to just watch her on the cameras until the day he saw her with a wedding dress. That same evening, she came to his door and told him that she would be terminating her lease at the end of the month. This was more than he could handle, the thought of someone else possessing her. He decided if anyone was going to have her, it would be him, even if in an "unconventional way". He contacted his friend, Michael, the son of the famed microbiophysiologist, Professor Thornton, and begged him to let him borrow the matter miniaturizer, explaining that he wanted to fulfill his girlfriend's fantasy for her birthday. Michael snuck it out of his father's lab and took it to Cliff's house. The day before she was to move out, Maggie came home, and Michael began watching her on the cameras. To his astonishment, she was trying on a wedding dress !!! He picked up the miniaturizer and walked to her front door and rang the bell. When she answered, he barged in and raised the miniaturizer and fired, shrinking Maggie in her wedding dress, to five inches tall. As he started to reach down to the floor, she turned and ran towards a cold air return vent and slipped between the tines. Cliff knew these vents went to the crawl space under the house, so he put the miniaturizer back into his side of the duplex and then crawled under the house. He spotted her hiding and tried to grab her, but in the confines of the crawl space, he couldn't move very quickly, and she kept running out of his reach, tripping and falling onto the muddy and dirty ground. Her dress soaked in mud started to weigh her down and exhausted, she couldn't run anymore. Cliff reached out and grabbed hold of her, his fingers, nearly the diameter of her waist, wrapping around her as she covered her eyes with her filthy hands and screamed.
After crawling out from under the house, he carried Maggie into the bathroom and removed the muddy wedding dress and gave the struggling and squirming tiny girl a bath, soaping her up and washing the dirt off of her with his fingertips. Once she was clean, he dried her off, wrapped her in a square of fleece fabric cut from a throw blanket and locked her in the bird cage he had purchased a week ago. Then he went to Maggie's side of the duplex and cleaned it out, bagging up all her belongings and burning them in a 55 gallon steel drum. Anything that wasn't destroyed in the fire, metal buttons and such, were thrown into a nearby river which was running high and fast due to recent heavy thunderstorms in the hills.
When she was reported missing, the police came to the house. Cliff was fully cooperative, allowing them to see the lease papers, her written notice of moving out and signed a consent for them to search her previous residence. The police even searched Cliff's side of the duplex, but they were looking for a 5 foot, not a 5 inch tall doll sized woman, who at the time was bound with string, gagged with a piece of cloth tape and stuffed inside a rolled up pair of socks in his dresser drawer.
Because of her sexual orientation and the fact that Cliff was holding her against her will, she never succumbed to his attempts at charming her. Cliff didn't mind it too much. He kind of liked it when she resisted when he fondled her, squirming around in his fingers while he would carefully peel off the simple clothing he made for her before subjecting her to a rather one-sided sexual encounter.
