Nate was pissed. Once again, he was forced to put the stock away, alone is the stuffy closet. He hated doing this, he was way too short to put things away properly on the top shelf, but then again he was always asked to do something, because if he didn't do it, no one else would. It was total bullshit, and he knew it.
It was typical, though, the day he was having. He'd cut himself by accident on a knife earlier that morning, he'd been forced to serve breakfest and what was worse, he was asked to stay late again tonight. God, did he hate that. And to top it all off, Marissa was working. Marissa, the little bitch that had accused him of sexually harassing her. She was seventeen and he was twenty-three! He wasn't that type of guy at all. He was trying to be nice to her on her first day, and apparently she'd taken his gentlemenly gestures the wrong way. That, of she decided she didn't like him, and wanted him fired. He'd smack her, if he was that way.
Unfortunetly, his submissive nature stopped all of that. What made it worse, he almost found her more attractive because of that nature.
"God dammit!" He shouted, dropping a box on his foot, "Bloody hell!" He stooped to retrieve the box, his cut hand suddenly throbbing. He cursed again as he say the box had busted open, and a jar of some green stuff was mixing with some other fallen condiments. "Oh, bollocks." He said softly, "Now I've gotta clean it up." he reached down to gingerly grasp the larger peices of broken glass, when some of the green stuff came into contact with his cut. It burned like hell for a moment, and then stopped. He looked up and suddenly gasped. Things were different.
He had shrunk to...
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