by FifteencentiKim » Wed May 27, 2020 7:21 am
(First, a big thank you to Bobascher for creating the image below for my story writing purposes. And once I saw the picture, I knew I would want to write more than one little short short story about the two characters I envision here. First, there will be Ida, a twenty-ish young black woman whom circumstances has shrunk, and Joe, the eighteen year old white man who rescues her. Joe lives in as yet unnamed hamlet in Idaho. Haven't decided if these will be flash fiction snapshots into the life of Joe and Ida, or if I'll take a multiverse approach to the couple, by just using the same characters in different situations. Guess we'll see!)
Small Wardrobe Accident
"How's the water?" Joe asked, purposely focusing on the faucet rather than the bikini clad beauty standing in the sink.
"Absolutely perfect," Ida answered, her tiny hands swirling in the water.
"Good," Joe said, putting a little device in the water. The water immediately started bubbling. "Well, I'll be right outside the door when you're done."
"You can stay in here and chat if you want," Ida offered hopefully, though she knew what the answer would be, because it was the same offer she had made before, and it always got the same answer.
"No, it's okay, I'll be just outside if you need anything," Joe replied as he practically ran out of the bathroom.
Ida sighed as she sat down in the water. Joe had cast some little spell on the sink, so that it wasn't so smooth that Ida would slip underwater every time she tried to move or sit down. Joe was really good at all those little spells, like the one he cast so that his voice didn't shake her any time he spoke above a whisper, and she didn't have to shout all the time to get him to hear her.
The big spells were giving him trouble, like the one to unshrink her, but Ida didn't blame Joe for that. After all, the eighteen year old Joe had only graduated high school three months ago. He may have taken and aced all the Advanced Placement thaumaturgy classes, but he was still basically a high school student.
And he was such a little sweetheart, too. When he had rescued Ida at the beginning of the summer, Ida had been in rags, and Joe could have taken advantage of her. But he hadn't. He had gone out of his way to make Ida feel safe and protected.
After two months of Joe's continued caretaking, Ida still felt safe and protected. But she also wished Joe would take advantage of her. At least, just a little.
Joe knew that Ida had a little (no pun intended) infatuation with him, but he explained to her that was the Law of Mirrored Transference, or something like that. Basically, it had to do with the fact that the spellcaster who had shrunk her was basically an evil pervert, so when another magic user rescued her, it reversed the repulsion the shrinking spell had given Ida for the original spellcaster and placed the new positive emotions on Joe. Or something like that. Ida wasn't quite sure. She had been a music major in college and was a lower chair flute player in the state orchestra. The subtleties of magic theory were beyond her.
She thought maybe the kernel of her feelings toward Joe might be magically induced, but everything beyond that was based strictly on what a great, sweet guy he was. And, as a rule, Ida didn't go for white guys. But Joe had proved himself not just a guy, but a man.
And there was a rub. Joe's personal code of honor required that he act like a gentleman toward Ida, particularly because her diminished size put her at his mercy. Which Ida admired and respected. And now that she had developed feelings for Joe, she found that code of honor absolutely frustrating. Not that Ida was promiscuous. She had only had two real physical relationships. She wouldn't mind making Joe her third, even if she was only fifteen or so centimeters high. But Joe was determined not to cross any lines. Even if Ida had done everything but walk around naked shouting "Take me now Joe!" to indicate he could cross those lines with her.
Oh, she had her share of flirting with Joe, "hugging" his hand or arm if she was on a table or desk he was working on, trying to set up situations where she could be caught by him changing , clothes, things like that. She especially enjoyed when he went clothes shopping for her at the store an hour away, and had to take her clothes size. When she told Joe she wore a 32D bra, he stared for a few seconds at her chest clad in a doll sweater, mesmerized, before he shook his head and gazed in a different direction. When he got back from the store and started shrinking down the new purchases, she especially enjoyed the fact that he couldn't shrink everything down at once, but had to shrink each article of clothing individually. Joe's face was literally glowing red as he shrank down her new underwear, even though it was of the plain white conservative sort. Ida wished she could have came up with an excuse for having to model the new underwear for Joe, but she couldn't think of anything at the time.
Then, a month ago, while watching a movie together, there was a scene with a Jacuzzi. Ida remarked that, although the shower in her dollhouse was great, she missed being able to sit in a tub from time to time, and especially missed the jacuzzi at her sports club. Joe said he could make a makeshift one in his bathroom sink, until he figured out a way to make a miniaturized one for her dollhouse.
Ida jumped on the offer immediately. Joe went to the bathroom sink and made the magical adjustments.
When he came back, his jaw dropped. Waiting to be carried to her new hot tub was a bikini clad Ida, smiling and holding her arms out to be picked up.
Joe hadn't really thought things through, thinking perhaps that Ida would be wearing a robe, one which she would remove once he was safely out of the room. He even half-heartedly suggested Ida wear one, but she logically pointed out that there was really no place to hang one on his sink where it wouldn't get wet.
Joe carried Ida in his palm, rather than pick her up in his grip, in order to minimize the temptation of holding so much bare skin.Ida countered by arching her back while sitting in his palm.
When Joe got to the sink, he ran the water and made sure the it was an acceptable temperature. He then placed Ida in the water, made sure the temperature was okay with her, then put the magic bubble maker in the water. Once everything was running, even though Ida invited him to stay and talk, Joe quickly ducked out of the bathroom, waiting on the other size of the bathroom door until she was through.
When Joe carried her back to her dollhouse, Ida tried to engage Joe in a conversation while standing in front of him, dripping wet, wearing just a bikini. Joe hastily bid a retreat before she could. With a sigh, she retreated back into her dollhouse.
For the next month, three times a week, Joe carried back and forth to the sink jacuzzi, minimizing his contact with her during the whole thing. Joe even wanted to get her a miniature jacuzzi, but Ida had reminded him how difficult it was doing miniature plumbing just with simple things like a shower or a toilet. Plus, trying to get a working miniature jacuzzi, or buying a full-sized one that you couldn't just take through an automatic checkout like you could other items, might attract attention both had managed to avoid up to now.
Joe reluctantly relented the point. The trips back and forth to the jacuzzi were both thrilling and frustrating to Ida. She could tell that, despite his best efforts, Joe was appreciating the view. But there was no way she could figure out to take it past what they were doing now.
Maybe, Ida thought to herself, she could arrange some kind of wardrobe malfunction, where she lost her top. It would have to be while she was being carried to the sink, and not away from it. That way Joe just couldn't rush her back to her dollhouse. She could come up with some rationalization of why Joe should just go ahead and carry her to the sink, and then have to carry her back topless to her dollhouse.
She would need to make this wardrobe malfunction look completely accidental. Or even better, if she could make it look like Joe's fault...
Ida leaned back in her makeshift hot tub, a smile on her face as she contemplated all the possible ways losing her bikini top could play out. Unbidden, her right hand slid inside her bikini bottoms as she entertained these ideas.
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[i](First, a big thank you to Bobascher for creating the image below for my story writing purposes. And once I saw the picture, I knew I would want to write more than one little short short story about the two characters I envision here. First, there will be Ida, a twenty-ish young black woman whom circumstances has shrunk, and Joe, the eighteen year old white man who rescues her. Joe lives in as yet unnamed hamlet in Idaho. Haven't decided if these will be flash fiction snapshots into the life of Joe and Ida, or if I'll take a multiverse approach to the couple, by just using the same characters in different situations. Guess we'll see!)[/i]
[b][u]Small Wardrobe Accident[/u][/b]
"How's the water?" Joe asked, purposely focusing on the faucet rather than the bikini clad beauty standing in the sink.
"Absolutely perfect," Ida answered, her tiny hands swirling in the water.
"Good," Joe said, putting a little device in the water. The water immediately started bubbling. "Well, I'll be right outside the door when you're done."
"You can stay in here and chat if you want," Ida offered hopefully, though she knew what the answer would be, because it was the same offer she had made before, and it always got the same answer.
"No, it's okay, I'll be just outside if you need anything," Joe replied as he practically ran out of the bathroom.
Ida sighed as she sat down in the water. Joe had cast some little spell on the sink, so that it wasn't so smooth that Ida would slip underwater every time she tried to move or sit down. Joe was really good at all those little spells, like the one he cast so that his voice didn't shake her any time he spoke above a whisper, and she didn't have to shout all the time to get him to hear her.
The big spells were giving him trouble, like the one to unshrink her, but Ida didn't blame Joe for that. After all, the eighteen year old Joe had only graduated high school three months ago. He may have taken and aced all the Advanced Placement thaumaturgy classes, but he was still basically a high school student.
And he was such a little sweetheart, too. When he had rescued Ida at the beginning of the summer, Ida had been in rags, and Joe could have taken advantage of her. But he hadn't. He had gone out of his way to make Ida feel safe and protected.
After two months of Joe's continued caretaking, Ida still felt safe and protected. But she also wished Joe would take advantage of her. At least, just a little.
Joe knew that Ida had a little (no pun intended) infatuation with him, but he explained to her that was the Law of Mirrored Transference, or something like that. Basically, it had to do with the fact that the spellcaster who had shrunk her was basically an evil pervert, so when another magic user rescued her, it reversed the repulsion the shrinking spell had given Ida for the original spellcaster and placed the new positive emotions on Joe. Or something like that. Ida wasn't quite sure. She had been a music major in college and was a lower chair flute player in the state orchestra. The subtleties of magic theory were beyond her.
She thought maybe the kernel of her feelings toward Joe might be magically induced, but everything beyond that was based strictly on what a great, sweet guy he was. And, as a rule, Ida didn't go for white guys. But Joe had proved himself not just a guy, but a man.
And there was a rub. Joe's personal code of honor required that he act like a gentleman toward Ida, particularly because her diminished size put her at his mercy. Which Ida admired and respected. And now that she had developed feelings for Joe, she found that code of honor absolutely frustrating. Not that Ida was promiscuous. She had only had two real physical relationships. She wouldn't mind making Joe her third, even if she was only fifteen or so centimeters high. But Joe was determined not to cross any lines. Even if Ida had done everything but walk around naked shouting "Take me now Joe!" to indicate he could cross those lines with her.
Oh, she had her share of flirting with Joe, "hugging" his hand or arm if she was on a table or desk he was working on, trying to set up situations where she could be caught by him changing , clothes, things like that. She especially enjoyed when he went clothes shopping for her at the store an hour away, and had to take her clothes size. When she told Joe she wore a 32D bra, he stared for a few seconds at her chest clad in a doll sweater, mesmerized, before he shook his head and gazed in a different direction. When he got back from the store and started shrinking down the new purchases, she especially enjoyed the fact that he couldn't shrink everything down at once, but had to shrink each article of clothing individually. Joe's face was literally glowing red as he shrank down her new underwear, even though it was of the plain white conservative sort. Ida wished she could have came up with an excuse for having to model the new underwear for Joe, but she couldn't think of anything at the time.
Then, a month ago, while watching a movie together, there was a scene with a Jacuzzi. Ida remarked that, although the shower in her dollhouse was great, she missed being able to sit in a tub from time to time, and especially missed the jacuzzi at her sports club. Joe said he could make a makeshift one in his bathroom sink, until he figured out a way to make a miniaturized one for her dollhouse.
Ida jumped on the offer immediately. Joe went to the bathroom sink and made the magical adjustments.
When he came back, his jaw dropped. Waiting to be carried to her new hot tub was a bikini clad Ida, smiling and holding her arms out to be picked up.
Joe hadn't really thought things through, thinking perhaps that Ida would be wearing a robe, one which she would remove once he was safely out of the room. He even half-heartedly suggested Ida wear one, but she logically pointed out that there was really no place to hang one on his sink where it wouldn't get wet.
Joe carried Ida in his palm, rather than pick her up in his grip, in order to minimize the temptation of holding so much bare skin.Ida countered by arching her back while sitting in his palm.
When Joe got to the sink, he ran the water and made sure the it was an acceptable temperature. He then placed Ida in the water, made sure the temperature was okay with her, then put the magic bubble maker in the water. Once everything was running, even though Ida invited him to stay and talk, Joe quickly ducked out of the bathroom, waiting on the other size of the bathroom door until she was through.
When Joe carried her back to her dollhouse, Ida tried to engage Joe in a conversation while standing in front of him, dripping wet, wearing just a bikini. Joe hastily bid a retreat before she could. With a sigh, she retreated back into her dollhouse.
For the next month, three times a week, Joe carried back and forth to the sink jacuzzi, minimizing his contact with her during the whole thing. Joe even wanted to get her a miniature jacuzzi, but Ida had reminded him how difficult it was doing miniature plumbing just with simple things like a shower or a toilet. Plus, trying to get a working miniature jacuzzi, or buying a full-sized one that you couldn't just take through an automatic checkout like you could other items, might attract attention both had managed to avoid up to now.
Joe reluctantly relented the point. The trips back and forth to the jacuzzi were both thrilling and frustrating to Ida. She could tell that, despite his best efforts, Joe was appreciating the view. But there was no way she could figure out to take it past what they were doing now.
Maybe, Ida thought to herself, she could arrange some kind of wardrobe malfunction, where she lost her top. It would have to be while she was being carried to the sink, and not away from it. That way Joe just couldn't rush her back to her dollhouse. She could come up with some rationalization of why Joe should just go ahead and carry her to the sink, and then have to carry her back topless to her dollhouse.
She would need to make this wardrobe malfunction look completely accidental. Or even better, if she could make it look like Joe's fault...
Ida leaned back in her makeshift hot tub, a smile on her face as she contemplated all the possible ways losing her bikini top could play out. Unbidden, her right hand slid inside her bikini bottoms as she entertained these ideas.