Doc's World

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The little Borrower may only be five inches tall, but she's still a girl.......just have to find the right negotiating tools to win her over.

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"Find a penny, pick it up. All the day, you'll have good luck" But if you find a Penny, pick her up and take her home.

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It was Sabrina's first visit to her boyfriend's family since "the shrinking". Everyone went out of their way to not make her feel uncomfortable. Her boyfriend came from a very large family and privacy was practically an unknown commodity so when "Nature called", she just had to make do as best as she could.............

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When you find a "shrink app" on your phone and decide to give it a try before the kids get to the party. You shrink yourself to six inches tall, your bunny suit shrinking with you. Then as you hear the front doors opening and the stomping of kids running down the hall, you start to tap the "Reverse Effect" icon only to see "NO SIGNAL" on the screen.......................

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[Heny]

More Fb Photoshop page requests:

Are the women themselves the ones who make the requests to you?

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More Fb Photoshop page requests:

Are the women themselves the ones who make the requests to you?

Well, they ask for an edit, and I make a collage of them as a tiny woman, but with a connection to their original request. They don't specifically ask for it, but most of them like my collages. Some privately ask for more, and PM'd additional pictures to collage, the more intimate ones, I don't share here. A very few really didn't like it, so I just delete it from their post. Some have even posted my collages on their Fb page or OF pages. Yeah, I'm not naive enough to think I'm not been catfished on some, but since I don't do sexually oriented images for women I don't know personally, I really don't care. It would seem a lot of women have a suppressed desire to be shrunk, they just don't know it until they see it.

For example, this OF poster captioned this picture of herself "Would you try to pick up a really short girl?" so, I isolated her image and placed it on a giant hand. See the connection? A little play on words?

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[Heny]

Very beautifull!

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Very beautifull!

Thank you

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Image found online. Not my work.

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Head spinning, April tries to comprehend how she fell asleep on the couch while babysitting Professor Thorton's children, and wakes up in the children's dollhouse.........

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Pool toy

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Didn't we all dream of Jeannie?

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When you say "She's a real doll", you're not using a metaphor..........

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Even though it's just a painted backdrop and some handmade doll furniture on the deck, she feels like it's a day on the beach like she used to enjoy before I shrunk her. I'm not sure she's liking her new bathing suit........but I am. And I can use it to floss with too!!!

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Once the big sister, after being accidentally shrunk by one of her father's wacky experiments, Abigail spends her days as a doll, played with and dressed up by her former little sister, Annie.

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Being taken shopping at the toy store is always a highpoint in a tiny girl's normally mundane life. New doll clothes and a toy or two makes her more enthusiastic about her tiny life and more willing to cooperate with the satisfying of her mistress's desires.........

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You would think a girl would be happier the night before her wedding day, but not when you’re the princess of Mercia, one of the many kingdoms making up the country of medival Britian. Mercia and the neighboring kingdom of Lindsey had been on the brink of war for many years. Border clashes and disputes over trade routes had left scores of soldiers dead and tensions rising between the two kingdoms. Both kings did not want all out war and met in secret to discuss how to bring harmony back to the land, deciding on one idea to please all of their citizens: A marriage between the Princess of Mercia and Prince of Lindsey. While everyone else might be pleased with this union, Princess Arina was not. The Price of Lindsay was a fat, vulgar slob and to be forced to marry such a vile man, to her, would be a fate worse than death itself. Just the thought of him touching her soft silky skin made her want to vomit. She stood in front of the gilded full length mirror in her chambers, she found herself looking a girl who looked more dead than alive. The mirror, which has always reflected a beautiful, happy girl growing into a young woman, had belonged to Merlin the Magician, who had given it to her great grandfather a hundred years ago. The frame made of solid gold and the glass polished to a flawless shine was always a joy to see her reflection as she grew, but now, it showed a pitiful, wasted and sorrowful shell of a girl. Arina decided that she would not be wed to that slug of a prince. She would take her own life first. Facing the mirror, she clenched her hands into tight fists and raised them over her head. She would smash the mirror and use a shard of the shattered glass to cut her wrists, cheating her father of his treachery and the prince of his eye candy. She slammed her fists into her reflection but instead of shattering, her fists went THROUGH the glass. The momentum of her strike caused Arina to loose her balance and she fell forward into the mirror, passing through the glass as if it were made of water. A brilliant flash of lightning blinded her and a crack of thunder shook her as she fell to the ground. Her hand landed on a warm, firm but soft surface which yielded slightly beneath her palm. Gripping the frame of the mirror, Arina struggled to crawl over the lower frame of the mirror as her eyes slowly recovered from the searing flash of light……..

The road stretched on seemingly forever, but Brad really didn’t care. He was driving home after a week on the road, troubleshooting computer hardware and software for the company he worked for. Since his fiancee left him six months ago, she said he wasn’t exciting enough for her, he really didn’t mind being on the road for days at a time, preferring it to being in the home they once shared. Driving on the winding mountain roads of Kentucky, Brad saw the sky darkening ahead of him. A thunderstorm was brewing and he didn’t feel like getting caught in it. Around the next bend, he saw an antique store. He had always loved antiques. He had lived in England as a boy when his father was stationed there in the U. S. Air Force and he frequently visited the old castles and medival themed villages in midlands where they lived. He pulled into the parking lot and got inside just before the rain started coming down. As he wandered the aisles, he wasn’t looking for anything in particular. Brad purused some of the old books and items from another era. Then he saw a picture frame, lying behind some other items. He reached back and picked it up. It was gold colored, though heavily tarnished, and rather heavy for such a small frame, only about three by six inches. He didn’t think it was actually gold, as it was just lying there amongst the other antiques, and the price, though more than he would normally pay for such a picture frame, was far less than if it actually been made of the precious metal. The frame was intricately formed, fine lines and flowers emblazing the sides. It was quite beautiful and he thought for a few moments about if he had a picture that would fit it, both in size and quality to suit such a pretty frame….then he noticed the picture in the frame. It was a young girl, probably around twenty, wearing a very old style dress, kneeling in a forest. He looked at her face and saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Long flowing hair caressing the side of her face as it tumbled down the front of her dress. Soft curved cheeks framing her lips and a perfectly formed nose. His eyes drifted up to her eyes and what he saw saddened him. Her eyes looked hollow, as if she was in mourning the loss of something or someone precious to her. He couldn’t pull himself away from her eyes. What could have happened to this girl to put her in such a downtrodden state of being. Who was she and what happened to her? A tremendous clash of thunder shook the store. Brad barely noticed, lost as he was in the image of this beautiful girl who seemed to be suffering her lot in life even more than he did himself. He decided he had to buy this picture and frame. For some reason, he felt like he knew her, maybe someone from his past or maybe, someone in his future. He carried the picture to the propriator and paid for it. It was carefully wrapped in tissue paper and placed in a bag before she handed Brad the bag and his change. The rain had subsided so he walked to his car and got inside. He put the key in the ignition, but didn’t turn on the car. He reached over to the passenger seat and picked up the bag. He took the picture out and unwrapped it. He held it in front of him, still mesmirized by the haunting image of this elegant, but immensely saddened young woman. Suddenly, he felt the frame seem to start warming up. The storm suddenly roared back to life, intense lightning flashing all around him, deafening booms of thunder rattling his ears and shaking his car. The frame began to develop a sublime glow. Brad was startled, but instead of dropping it, he just held it in front of him. Then right before his eyes, the picture of the girl began to move. She began to emerge from the frame, her left hand falling onto his palm. She gripped the side of the frame, struggling to climb over the bottom of the frame, until she was sitting in the palm of his hand. Fearing she might fall from his palm, Brad took his other hand and gently put his thumb and forefinger around her, like safety rails. Now seeing her not as a picture, but as a real, albeit tiny person, Brad saw that she was even more beautiful than before. She slowly looked around her, then her head began tilting back as her eyes raised to meet his eyes looking down at her……

Arina felt a moment of panic. Then a memory flashed before her eyes. One of her handmaidens when she was a child used to read her a story about a princess captured by an evil dragon and was rescued by a kindly, benevolent giant who she fell in love with and they lived happily everafter. As she looked into the soft brown eyes of this “giant”, a peaceful feeling began to spread over her. Maybe fairy tales do come true after all.








This was a response to a Facebook photoshop request. The original image was the girl crawling through the picture frame and she wanted it to look like she was going through a portal of some sort. Wasn't quite what she expected, but she liked it.

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Latest addition to my Beanie Baby collection, and the first LIVE Beanie Baby. Glad the costume is easy to remove........

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The newly shrunken baby sitter thought the toy school bus was a good place to hide......she was wrong. It's gonna be a long evening before the parents get home.

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Life is just a bowl of cherries

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That WTF? moment when the babysitter wakes up in the dollhouse wearing a doll's dress and she hasn't even yet realized that she is now five inches tall...........