"I gotta admit this tastes good," you said, sipping it twice before putting the glass down. Then you felt weird, and started to lose your balance and your consciousness.
You came to a few minutes later, looking at Shyanne's face -- which now seemed as big as a billboard. "Hello, little fellow," she said, placing a giant hand under you and gingerly picking your naked body up. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you."
"So I really...did shrink?"
She smiled as she held you to her face. "I'd say you're about seven inches high or so. Very cute."
You looked around at your suddenly enlarged world, clutching you private parts out of modesty. "I can't live like this."
"Sure you can. I'll protect you," she said. "In fact, let me take you home and give you some doll clothes."
She carried you next door and into her room, where she pulled out some doll clothes from a box. "This sailor outfit will look great on you."
"What am I, the Cracker Jack mascot?"
"You're so funny when you're small." She giggled, placing the outfit on you despite your protestations.
"So I guess you have a dollhouse for me to live in, eh?"
She shook her head. "Got rid of that long ago. Anyway, that would be too out in the open. I've got a better place for you. Think you'll like it, too."
She pulled out another drawer, and you noticed it was about a foot deep. "This is where I keep my lingerie...bras and panties at one end, pantyhose on the other." She carefully placed him on top of a pair of sheer hose. "You'll love it here, surrounded by massive femininity."
"Yeah, right," you replied. "What am I going to do when you close the drawer?"
"Glad you brought that up," she replied, leaving for a few seconds and returning with a tiny flashlight that to your scale seemed half as long as you were. "Just flick this switch on, and you'll have light."
"Whatever you say."
"Get to use it now," she said. "I'm going to bed." With that, she closed the drawer.
You stretched out on a pair of pantyhose, noticing an unopened pair beside you. The blonde, hose-clad model on the package was about your size, maybe a trifle bigger. You kissed her on the face, wishing she could be real to give you someone to talk to. It was going to get mighty lonely.
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