Emma's Small Problem

[coolguy69]

Emma, standing 5'9", did not always share that height. She had found out a technique that could shrink herself in height.

In her teenage years, her Catholic school brought her up in ballerina flats. Little did people know back then, but these shoes had the potential to shrink people. However, it required a special prayer in the morning for the spell to start, and then the person would slowly shrink. It was something like "When the woman becomes beneath the man, she shall shrink beneath him, and serve." This verse was translated in future versions of the script, and had been lost through the ages.

Emma and many other girls, though, had worn these shoes without knowing this. One morning, she was frustrated with her life and said, "Allow this tiny woman, tiny woman, to shrink". While the original taste had been gone, the prayer's thought and feeling still reverberated in the prayer, and indeed, she started to shrink. Once she had gotten to class, she was two inches below her normal height, standing 5'7", and was slowly shrinking throughout the day. By day's end, she had shrunk down to a height below 4'. By this point, Emma had realized what was happening, and was panicking. Her little prayer had been answered. She got a few comments from people, but no one really noticed what had been going on. When she got home a couple blocks away (which felt like a little more like that, due to both her emotions and her stature), she found the door to her home open, and took off her shoes at the door. She said, "Please, I don't want to shrink anymore, I would like to be normal again". Her voice had been pitched up slightly, but not to the tune of her tinier ears. She tried to see herself in the mirror to see how far she had fallen, but all she could see was the top of her tinier head when she stood on her tippy toes. She couldn't stop looking at the mirror. But after staring at it for 20 minutes, and after many points of standing on her tippy toes "trying" to seem a "little taller", it seemed that the "spell" had passed. Still shrunken and scared, she went to bed and took a nap.

When Emma woke, she went up to the mirror and found herself back at normal size. Relieved, she vowed to herself never to say this prayer again. But her dating life hadn't started yet, and she later learned something she could do.
Now in her area, the general sense in dating was that the man was preferred to pay, but not always. Emma had done some research on what had really, truly, caused her to shrink. After some time, she discovered that it was the combination of both the shoes and the tiny prayer. She realized this one day - when she had worn another pair of shoes, she didn't shrink at all. But with these shoes, and without the prayer, she would come home perhaps half an inch to an inch shorter. With time, she started saying the prayer again and shrinking further. She learned that once she took the shoes off, and prayed sincerely to grow back, and went to sleep, that she would find herself back to normal size, if the shoes had been taken off. In her curiosity, she tried this experiment dozens of times - putting the shoes on, wishing to shrink, shrinking a few inches, and then fearfully wondering if the spell would be permanent, then take the shoes off, pray again sincerely and fearfully. She found that if she had shrunk just a few inches, she would immediately snap back to normal size. So her next experiment seemed innocuous enough. The other thing that made the experiment innocuous was that once she shrunk a few inches, she always sincerely wanted to grow back - being smaller lended itself to the whole world seeming much scarier.

Emma realized that men tended to be a "little" more generous if Emma herself was little. She started going on dates in the shoes - wearing them, shrinking herself a few inches, and going on the date. By the end, she would have shrunk several inches in height, and the man somehow would always seem to want to take the bill. She found this to be the case no matter what the occasion was. Even if she insisted to pay, which she did every time, she found that the other person would invariably want to step in. She found herself enchanted by the experience of feeling much smaller than him. But being afraid of truly being taken advantage of, she was always scared that the man only liked her because she was small, and so she never accepted a second date.

However, one day, that changed.

Emma started off this date normally, wearing her shoes, saying her version the prayer: "Allow this tiny woman, this tiny woman, to shrink", shrinking a couple inches, and then going to the place. While she sat, she learned that she could request a few pillows to sit on and it made it comfier to shrink while sitting, being able to stay more at eye level with the other person and adding a pillow here and there to the stack. As she shrank, she realized this man seemed to have his gaze more fixated on her than most people. Every now and then, she heard him muttering something to himself. It seemed scary, and at her slightly tinier size, it seemed even scarier. Yet something about the fear was also tantalizing. It was as if she was struck under his spell. He also kept giving her a smile, as if he was fascinated with her. She realized that she needed all three pillows to stack on relatively quickly - before her food even came out, she was already sitting on all of them! As her food came out, she wanted to excuse herself to survey the situation, but socially it just didn't seem right, so she stayed put. They ate together, and afterwards, she was starting to dwindle down almost to as short as she had been that first fateful day she had shrunk. Then, leaning forward, he said something to her:

"When a woman becomes beneath a man, she shall shrink beneath him, and serve."

Blush faced, tiny, and panicked, Emma immediately tried to take the shoes off with her feet, but it was as if strong magnets were attached to her heels - she couldn't. Gazing at her, the man paid the bill, as he watched her delightfully shrink below three feet tall. Emma, still panicked, tried to leave - but as she reached up for the door handle, she found she was too tiny and weak to open it, even on her tippy toes. The man picked her up and said "Don't worry, little doll, I've got a new home for you". She wiggled and tried to scream, but her voice was much softer and smaller, so no one heard her. She eventually tried to pray to become big again, but the man just kept muttering to her what he had been muttering all along and she continued to dwindle down in size in his arms. She was to shrink and shrink down to four inches tall - two inches shorter than the height of a Barbie doll - which would become a source of future embarassment for her. As she said her prayer meaninglessly, the man gave her a kiss on the forehead - a sign that she was now his to be served.

[Giant-dude]

Ooooh she is so screwed!!!