by McShrinker » Sat Dec 04, 2021 8:24 pm
Gina Hathaway gasped in relief as her foot touched down on the hardwood floor. She went to the gym regularly, but that had definitely pushed her limits. She had walked down those stairs countless of times though this morning was the first where she had to commit to a rigorous controlled decent to keep from injuring herself. When walking down the hall from her bedroom, she had thought it was all a dream. Why wouldn’t it be? There should be no reason for her to wake a mini. She had gotten the mini vaccine two days ago just for that same reason, to avoid having a mini pill slipped in her drink and being reduced in size. She hadn’t before because going on a mini vacation always seemed like a fun possibility. Shrink down for just a little while and throw responsibility to the wind. But with three kids, Gina needed to make sure nothing happened to her, so she went to the clinic and got the minifix. Sure, she wouldn’t ever be able to take a mini vacation but at least she didn’t have to worry about being targeted, shrunk and sold off as a toy. Gina watched Dateline, she knew about the nefarious activities around miniaturizing people. That was why it was such a shock for her to wake up Christmas morning to find she was the size of Katie’s dolls. She knew that for a fact when she passed one of her daughter’s discarded toys in the hallway. After borrowing one of the tiny hair bands from the toy, She compared herself to it and found that she was actually shorter than the plaything. It was such a surreal experience to see something Katie had been playing dress up with the previous day now the size of a mannequin.
The idea that Gina was in a dream had been dispelled with her climb down the stairs. No dream was that exhausting and constant pinching of her own arm only reaffirmed that this was reality. The only explanation was that she had some sort of adverse reaction to the minifix. She had heard about similar things happening to other people but never gave it much thought. Her friend from work was convinced that the government did it intentionally as a way to increase the mini market and keep a handle on the population. All of it sounded like a conspiracy theory and those were abundant when it came to the world of mini’s. Gina was less certain now. The worse part was that the one truth that was known about adverse reaction to the minifix, was that they were permanent.
So here she was, mother of three, turned into a mini Christmas morning in a state that had strict master/mini laws. Not just a regular mini either. Most went for half size, third, even quarters. But 1/8th scale? That was the smallest the pharmaceuticals were able to create thus far. A micro mini they were called. A mini’s mini. Not only was she shrunk, but she had dropped to the bottom of the pecking order. Though 1/8th size minis were especially sought after as a novelty, they were expected to be especially subservient due to smallness.
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Gina Hathaway gasped in relief as her foot touched down on the hardwood floor. She went to the gym regularly, but that had definitely pushed her limits. She had walked down those stairs countless of times though this morning was the first where she had to commit to a rigorous controlled decent to keep from injuring herself. When walking down the hall from her bedroom, she had thought it was all a dream. Why wouldn’t it be? There should be no reason for her to wake a mini. She had gotten the mini vaccine two days ago just for that same reason, to avoid having a mini pill slipped in her drink and being reduced in size. She hadn’t before because going on a mini vacation always seemed like a fun possibility. Shrink down for just a little while and throw responsibility to the wind. But with three kids, Gina needed to make sure nothing happened to her, so she went to the clinic and got the minifix. Sure, she wouldn’t ever be able to take a mini vacation but at least she didn’t have to worry about being targeted, shrunk and sold off as a toy. Gina watched Dateline, she knew about the nefarious activities around miniaturizing people. That was why it was such a shock for her to wake up Christmas morning to find she was the size of Katie’s dolls. She knew that for a fact when she passed one of her daughter’s discarded toys in the hallway. After borrowing one of the tiny hair bands from the toy, She compared herself to it and found that she was actually shorter than the plaything. It was such a surreal experience to see something Katie had been playing dress up with the previous day now the size of a mannequin.
The idea that Gina was in a dream had been dispelled with her climb down the stairs. No dream was that exhausting and constant pinching of her own arm only reaffirmed that this was reality. The only explanation was that she had some sort of adverse reaction to the minifix. She had heard about similar things happening to other people but never gave it much thought. Her friend from work was convinced that the government did it intentionally as a way to increase the mini market and keep a handle on the population. All of it sounded like a conspiracy theory and those were abundant when it came to the world of mini’s. Gina was less certain now. The worse part was that the one truth that was known about adverse reaction to the minifix, was that they were permanent.
So here she was, mother of three, turned into a mini Christmas morning in a state that had strict master/mini laws. Not just a regular mini either. Most went for half size, third, even quarters. But 1/8th scale? That was the smallest the pharmaceuticals were able to create thus far. A micro mini they were called. A mini’s mini. Not only was she shrunk, but she had dropped to the bottom of the pecking order. Though 1/8th size minis were especially sought after as a novelty, they were expected to be especially subservient due to smallness.