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Post by native89 » Wed Sep 23, 2020 10:49 am

Looking for a story i think its call jamie's mini vacation, its about a woman that shrinks to go on vacation and is picked up by a woman and boy in a van and has to use bathroom in bushes in a park like a animal can't remember the rest.

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Jamie's Vacation
by TTS

The "Law & Order" character "Jamie Ross" is the property of Dick Wolf
Productions and NBC, and is being used in a non-commercial context (mostly
because she's really hot).


Jamie Ross looked out the window of the taxi at the New Mexico desert whizzing
by. This was the first day of her week-long vacation, and so far, it was going
just fine. This morning, she'd dropped her daughter off at her ex-husband's
place on her way to Kennedy airport; it went off without a hitch, as Brenda was
thrilled with being able to spend a week with her daddy and it was the first
time Glenn was civil towards her in months.

The flight out to Albuquerque was relaxing, for a change. It was non-stop, and
Jamie had decided to splurge on first-class tickets. She had hardly packed
anything, as she was advised that she wouldn't need to pack any clothing or
even toiletries. All she had with her was her purse and the clothes on her
back.

She certainly needed the break. The past few weeks had been hell. She and Jack
McCoy had prosecuted a group of businessmen for enterprise corruption and
murder, and while she was pleased with the conviction, the trial had taken a lot
out of her. The defense team had put up many baseless and frivolous writs and
each needed to be addressed, and that took time and energy that she felt could
be better spent with Brenda. Both her boss, Jack, and his boss, Adam Schiff,
could tell that she needed a vacation.

Desert Gems, the resort she was heading to, had intrigued her for some time. It
was a mini resort - not because it was small, but because the visitors were.
The website showed people frolicking in a swimming pool, playing games in the
playground, lounging on cushions while eating, even going on nature walks. The
photos and video clips were tastefully edited so as not to show the faces or the
intimate parts of the guests, as they were all nude as well as tiny.

Jamie had always wanted to try being a mini, but there was always something in
the way. She had custody of Brenda, and she felt it would be impossible to be a
mom to her while she was also playing at being a mini. Brenda was seven, and
even being a half-size mini would mean surrendering much of her authority to
her. The divorce from Neil had been a bitter stuggle, especially over custody
of Brenda. If he ever got wind of her as a mini trying to care for their
daughter, he would be rushing to family court to try to get sole custody, saying
that Jamie was an unfit mother. This resort seemed to be a good solution to a
hard problem. Jamie simply wanted to try it for a week, not necessarily for the
rest of her life.

The taxi slowed down as it approached the resort's entrance. She hadn't noticed
the passage of time, since the driver wasn't at all talkative. The place was
surrounded with a high brick wall with razor wire at the top, presumably to
keep out intruders. The car stopped and a uniformed security guard open her
door.

"Good afternoon, Miss Ross," he said cheerfully. "We're glad that you could
come." He offered her his hand to help her out of the cab.

Jamie was a little taken aback. "How did you know..."

The man branished a clipboard with her information. "It's all here in your
reservation info, ma'am." Jamie glimpsed a wallet-sized headshot stapled to
the page. "Don't worry about the taxi, we'll take care of it."

Jamie shrugged. This was actually kind of nice, she thought. This was probably
what celebrity life must be like, having people who could deal with all of the
stupid mundane stuff. "So, what do I do now?"

Something tugged at her sleeve. Jamie looked down, expecting to see a small
child, maybe Brenda's age. Instead, it was a very short young woman, dressed
in a blue polo shirt and khaki shorts. "Hi Miss Ross, I'm Holly, I'll be
checking you in!"

"Oh, hi." Jamie hadn't expected to see minis so soon. She followed Holly
inside the gate. "If I may ask..." she began.

"Of course you've got a million questions, I know," she said breathlessly as
she walked briskly alongside Jamie. "I'm 43 inches tall, which makes me a 2/3
scale mini, it's not a really common size, but it's as close as we can be to
being a mini and still being able to go around in the giant world. You're
gonna love being here, Miss Ross, we've got all kinds of things to do and you
can go out on field trips to places like the Georgia O'Keeffe museum in Santa
Fe or to see the Carlsbad Caverns, or..." Holly kept talking her little head
off, while Jamie looked around at the lobby. It was brightly lit and decorated
in a Navajo motif. What impressed her most was how quiet and orderly everything
was.

Finally, they got to the reception desk. Holly gingerly stepped under the gate
and climbed onto a stool. "Let's see," she said as she pulled up Jamie's
information on the computer. "We have you down as going for the 1/4 option.
This is your first time being a mini?" Jamie nodded. "That's awesome! A lot
of people are afraid to going too far, so they'll only shrink down to 2/3 or
1/2 size, but you're being really adventurous."

"I wanted to get the full experience," Jamie said.

"Here you go," Holly said as she laid a cloth bag on the counter. She pointed
to a row of doors on the far wall. "All you need to do is go into door number
8, that's your changing room. Just put all of your clothes and your purse in
the bag and zipper it up, we'll collect it and store it for you until you're
ready to leave."

"What about my..."

"Oh don't worry about that Miss Ross, you're not gonna need money while you're
here, and everything's taken care of. Now, your mini pill is in there, along
with your wrist strap. It's really important that you wear it at all times,
beause it's your id while you're here and it's also your room key."

"What happens if..."

"Just don't lose it," Holly said sternly.

Jamie took the cloth bag with her to door number 8. Inside, she found that it
was sort of like a dressing room, except there was nowhere to sit. She opened
the bag, where she found an envelope containing the mini pill, the wrist strap,
and a sheet with instructions. The first thing the instructions advised her to
do was to set the pill and the wrist strap on the floor.

The next thing to do was to place her purse in the cloth bag. Before she did
so, she wanted to make a phone call. She flipped it open and dialed Neil's
number.

The phone rang a couple of times and then she heard a "Hello". It was Neil.
"Hi Neil, it's Jamie. Can I talk to Brenda?"

"We were just heading out, Jamie. But all right, just for a minute. Brenda?
Your mother's on the phone!"

A moment later, her daughter came on the line. "Hi Mommy! Where are you?
Daddy's taking me to dinner!"

"That's really nice, sweetheart. Mommy's in New Mexico, attending a ...
conference. I just wanted to call and make sure you're ok."

"Ok, Mommy. Oh, Daddy wants me to go."

"Fine sweetie. Say hi to Daddy for me, ok? Ok bye bye." She closed the phone
and turned it off. It went into the bag, along with her pocketbook, money,
credit cards, passport, drivers license, and everything else that identified
her as Jamie Ross.

Next, she removed her wristwatch, rings, and any other jewelry on her body.
She almost forgot the bellyring and the gold studs in her earlobe; she hardly
ever noticed that they were there. Finally, her clothes. Jamie had dressed
casually for the trip, wearing a light blouse tucked into her jeans and a pair
of running shoes. They went into the canvas bag, along with her panties and
bra.

Now she was completely nude. Jamie looked at herself in the mirror. She wished
that she'd hit the gym or the jogging trail a little bit more these past few
weeks, but work had made that impossible. She still had a nice figure, but at
35, she worried sometimes that she was getting past the age of desirability.
Her skin looked pale from too many hours of sitting indoors with Jack, going
over cases and putting together briefs.

Jamie smiled. For at least a week, she would be able to get away from all of
those pressures and maybe feel closer to nature. And she could work on getting
some sun. She could let her short brown hair get mussed up and nobody would
care. Hell, she could dance around naked and nobody would care. She understood
that the rules were different for minis; she wasn't altogether sure what they
all were, but she wanted to take advantage of any lessening of society's rules.

The mini pill was on the floor, enclosed in a packet that she tore open. It
didn't look all that impressive, just a small blue geltab. She swallowed it
quickly.

After she zippered the bag and hanged it on the hook, Jamie began to feel
lightheaded. This was the vertigo effect she'd been told about. Jamie had
the presence of mind to sit down on the floor and wait out the effects.

Everything seemed distorted as she shrank, even the passage of time. It was not
an unpleasent feeling. She'd tried LSD once while she was an junior at Smith
College, and the experience was not that different.

Jamie closed her eyes and let the sensations wash over her. The carpet under
her bare bottom and thighs started feeling rougher; she could feel it rub
against her buttcheeks as they became smaller. Noises coming from outside the
room became louder and deeper. And she felt a sensual wave come over her.
Jamie put her hands in between her legs. Oh God, that felt good, she thought.

When she opened her eyes, everything had an Alice-in-Wonderland look. The
canvas duffelbag that she'd place all of her belongings in was now hanging
high above her head. It looked like it was now the size of a car. Jamie shook
her head to try to clear it. She wasn't nearly as dizzy now, so she thought
she might be able to stand up.

Now she could see how out of place she was. She looked at the full-length
mirror mounted on the wall. It wasn't really full-length: its bottom was level
with her waist. She'd been 5'10" before she took the pill. Now, she wasn't
sure, math was never her strong suit. Less than 18 inches, to be sure.

Jamie found the wrist strap on the floor. It was similar to the kind of plastic
staps given out at bars and parties. She put it on. It was the perfect size
for her. There was a barcode on the back and she could feel something flat
hidden inside the plastic, probably an RFID chip.

There was a door on the wall that she had not noticed before. It was tailored
for her size, with a knob that was at just the right height off the ground.
Jamie turned the knob and pushed.

Jamie Ross opened the door to a much larger world. Right before her was rock
garden populated with cacti and other succulant plants. The rocks came right
up to the doorway and were large and smooth. When Jamie gingerly set a foot
on one, it was warm to the sole of her bare foot. It was early evening, so
they would still be warm from baking in the hot sun all day.

The walk through the garden was plesant. Warm air breezed over her naked skin.
Jamie took the time to look over each plant as she passed by. They were
interesting to view, so big and spikey. Tentatively, she touched a spike with
a fingertip; it didn't seem as sharp as the ones she's seen in the florists'
shops back in New York.

Some of the cacti were flowering. Jamie carefully sniffed one that was at nose
level. In the darkening sky, a few stars appeared. There were hardly any stars
visible in New York, Jamie reflected. As she slowly walked through the garden,
she felt much closer to the natural world, as though she were a part of it.

Soon, she found a cobblestone walkway, which led to a signpost. One of the
arrows pointed to "1/4 Rooms". She looked at the wristband; in the dimming
light, she saw that she was in room 1:4-14. Jamie followed the arrow down the
path, not running into anyone. She rationalized this with the knowledge that
August was the off-season here.

Her room was in a single-story building set low among the boulders and cacti.
Just as she was fretting about getting lost in the dark, small pinlights came
on, illuminating the rocks and giving off enough light to get by. She found
her room easily enough, and she discovered that passing the wristband over the
lock enabled her to get inside.

Room 1:4-14 was not a typical hotel room. After flipping on the oversized
light switch, Jamie found a large round cushion set in the middle of the room.
There were no sheets, blankets or pillows. Jamie stepped onto the cushion. It
felt firm under her feet, more like a futon than a mattress. If she had to
guess, it was about 20 inches across, big enough for her to sleep on.

The walls were painted in bright colors, reds, oranges and yellows predominated.
There was no separate bathroom: instead, there was an open shower stall and a
stack of towels laid on a yellow plastic table. At least the sink was white
and made of real porcelean. A set of toiletries had been placed neatly on the
countertop: shampoo, conditioner, soap, etc., all in a size that was easy for
her to use. A flat-screen television hung on the wall. Curiously, there wasn't
a Gideons' Bible in the nightstand.

Jamie was tired from the trip and the shrinking. She sat down on the "bed" and
turned on the TV. The Albuquerque stations' evening news were on; Jamie picked
channel 4. The lead story was about a fire that happened in a residential area.
Next was a piece on a corruption scandal affecting the governor. None of it was
interesting to Jamie. She was never much of a television viewer, except for
some of the courtroom commentary shows, but that sounded too much like her work.

Instead, Jamie decided that she was kind of hungry. She took a quick but
refreshing shower and toweled off. One of the nice things about being a mini,
Jamie thought, was that she didn't have to worry about what to wear.

Outside, the sky was completely dark and the stars were out. Jamie wasn't sure
of where to go, but there had to be a buffet somewhere. Finally, after a few
minutes of walking, she saw a pool of light set amid a grove of enormous barrel-
shaped cacti. It was a covered plaza, tiled in a sandstone color, with small
cushions set on the floor. A low table held platters of sliced fruit and cold
cuts, pitchers of water, plates, and utensels. Jamie took a place and picked
out some papaya and pineapple slices.

There were only two other people inside. Two girls, seated at the far end of
the pavilion, were talking quietly. As Jamie approached, she saw that they
were somewhat bigger than she was, probably 1/3 scale. They sounded like they
were speaking German; they stopped speaking when they noticed Jamie.

"Uh, hi. Can I join you?"

"Oh sure," the smaller, blonde one said in heavily accented English. She
pointed at a cushion opposite her. Jamie sat there, feeling kind of odd in the
presence of these "giants".

"What is your name?" the larger, brunette one asked.

"Jamie," she replied while biting off a chunk of papaya.

"I am Sandra," the brunette said, "and this is Greta. We are sorry if our
English is bad. We are from Austria."

Jamie held up her hands in protest. "No no, your English is fine, I can
understand you perfectly. How do you like it here?"

"Oh, everything wonderful," Greta said expansively. "Everyone so nice. We
yesterday came and small become." Greta's did not have as good a command of
the language, but she was trying and Jamie understood the gist of what she said.

"I came here today and I will stay for a week." Jamie tried to keep what she
said simple. "How long will you be here?"

"We will be here until ... Friday. Then we go to Los Angeles, where we work for
a family." Sandra set her plate down on the floor.

"You mean as a au pair or a nanny?"

"No no," Sandra said, searching for the right word. "We will be, ah, playmates
for a boy and a girl. This week, we train and then we go to California to live
with them." Greta nodded and smiled.

So they were going to go live as pets for a couple of kids, and they were
talking about it as casually as if they were discussing the weather. "Do you
two know what you're getting yourselves into?" she asked incredulously. She was
met with blank stares. "It's not a fun time, believe me. If those kids aren't
careful with you, you can really get hurt." Jamie had prosecuted three mini
abuse cases over the past couple of years, so she could speak with some
authority.

"Oh, ok it is," Greta spoke up. "Movie star we stay with, Rogers Barton."
Jamie remembered dimly that Barton won this year's Academy Award for Best Actor.
"He we met in Austria, job he give. Mr. Barton is very nice man." Greta
struggled with the word order on the last sentence.

"Just because he's in movies doesn't mean he or his kids are suitable mini
owners." It was clear, however, that she was not getting through to either one
of them. They were so star-struck that common sense made no impact on them.
Jamie decided to change the subject. "So what have you been doing here?"

"We are here to train to be minis," Sandra replied. "Today, we went on a trip
to a marketplace. We wore these," she gestured to her neck, "collars I think,
and we walked around. It was fun."

"Were there a lot of people? Giants, I mean?"

Greta nodded. "Strange it was. Everyone so big! Even the babies."

"I wanted to hide," Sandra added, "but Miss Rita was able to get us to walk
around and make us used to big people. It was not so bad. We had to run to
keep up with Miss Rita and Greta almost got lost because the leash came off
her collar."

"Oh!" Jamie shuddered to think what might happen if she got lost, shrunken and
naked in a sea of giants. Being trampled was the least of her worries. "What
happened?"

"A girl found Greta and was able to return her to Miss Rita," Sandra said by way
of explanation.

"She was nice," Greta said in a childlike tone. "Twelve years old, I think.
My hand she took and to Miss Rita led me. Miss Rita was worried, someone kidnap
me." Jamie could see why. Greta was a little on the stocky side, but very cute
and pretty, with large, round breasts and hips. Her friend Sandra was built
differently, taller and more slender, with shoulder-length brown hair. It was
clear to Jamie that Sandra was destined to be the boy's pet and Greta to be the
girl's doll.

"Tomorrow, we go to see the petroglyphs. Miss Rita is taking us." Sandra
looked at Jamie curiously. "Do you want to come?"

Jamie felt a bit taken aback. "I-I don't know. I'm not sure your friend would
want me along, since she's not training me."

"It will be ok," Sandra assured her, "Miss Rita is nice and I am sure she will
like to meet you. We will go in the morning. At eight, I think."

Jamie thought it over for a moment. She didn't want to stay cooped up in the
resort for the whole week. And it sounded like an adventure. One of the
reasons she wanted to try being a mini was to see what it would be like to
interact with the "normal-sized" world. "Alright," she told the girls, "I'd
like to come along."

"Wonderful!" Greta exclaimed. She and Sandra stood up. Jamie could see now the
huge differences between being 1/3 and 1/4 scale. Greta was a mini, and even
though she was just 2 1/2 inches taller than Jamie, she looked like she was
6'8", big enough to play for the Nicks. Sandra was even bigger, looming over
seven feet tall. It was a curious thing, becuase back when they were all normal
size, Jamie at 5'10" would have towered over both of them.

Jamie said good-night to them and made her way back to her room. It about nine
o'clock when she flopped down on the cushion. Sleep came very quickly to her.

The next morning, Jamie made sure to wake up early. Greta and Sandra were going
to meet her outside her room and then go out for breakfast. Jamie was a day
person, so it was easy for her to get up. The shower felt marvellous, as did
the fluffy towels.

"Hello!" a voice outside called. Right on time, Jamie thought, Germans really
are that punctual. She opened the door to see two Amazonian young women
standing on the walkway. "<i>Guten Morgen</i>," the smaller blonde one said
happily. "Ready you are?"

"Uh-huh. Let me just put on some lotion." Jamie rushed back inside to retrieve
the tube of sunscreen from the sink. She turned to see that Greta had managed
to get inside her room. As she spread the lotion over her body, she asked the
bigger girl if she wanted any.

"No, no, on me I have," she said sweetly. Greta looked around the room. Her
head was only a couple inches from the ceiling. She stepped over the cushion
to look at the television. "Your room is nice. Others are here?"

"Just me," Jamie said casually, as she rubbed the sunscreen over her bottom.
Now she was done. "Ok, we should go now."

The three ate breakfast at the same pavilion they dined in the night before.
This time, however, there were more people, all of them minis. After getting
their cold cereal and orange juice, they seated themselves separately and ate
quickly. Looking around, Jamie marvelled at the sea of bare flesh. She had
never seen anything like this before in her life.

"It is not a problem for us," Sandra remarked. "In Europe, people do not make
such a fuss over being undressed."

"Well yeah. I grew up in Albany, New York and went to an all-women's college,
so I guess I was kind of sheltered. You didn't have any problems when you went
out yesterday? I mean being seen nude?"

"No, not at all," Sandra said smiling. "Everyone is used to seeing minis now,
and Miss Rita was there to protect us." Jamie knew that society had evolved
to the point where it was perfectly fine for minis to go nude in public, so
long as they were half-sized or less. Some people were uncomfortable seeing
male genitalia, but even that attitude was changing. Just a few yards away,
she could overhear a group of male minis discuss an outing they were going on
that day. They were planning to go swimming at a nearby creek, under the
supervision of one of the giants who worked at the resort. They looked like
they were in their thirties, but by the way they were jostling and horsing
around, they were more like young boys than grown men.

They finished their meal and headed towards the entrance. As they approached,
Jamie saw Holly standing in the lobby, talking to an even more gigantic young
woman. That must be Rita, Jamie thought. Rita was very tall, perhaps close to
her own original height. She was athletically built, with deeply tanned skin
and short curly blond hair. Rita was dressed for hiking, wearing a pair of
hiking boots, khaki shorts and a light green tshirt. What surprised her was how
young she looked, maybe 16 or 17. That was probably a few years younger than
Greta and Sandra.

They didn't resent it though. When they came within a couple of yards from
Rita's feet, the two girls stopped and got on their knees. Jamie was unsure of
what to do. Kneeling to this girl seemed so servile and degrading. On the
other hand, it was Rita's decision whether to take her on the day trip. And,
she knew that there was a pecking order in the mini world, and that minis were
supposed to be respectful towards their superiors. Rita hadn't even noticed
them, so she discretely knelt behind the two girls.

After a few minutes, Rita and Holly had wrapped up their conversation. Rita
turned her attention to Sandra and Greta. She opened a zipper pocked from
her backpack and fished out two sets of collars and leashes. "Alright girls,
it's time to go. Stand up."

Greta and Sandra stood and let Rita strap the collars to their necks. Jamie
felt even smaller as she rested on her knees and watched. Suddenly, Jamie felt
the gaze of the giant teen upon her. "Hello, who's this?"

Holly looked up from her clipboard to see what was the matter. "Oh, her name's
Jamie Ross. She's new here, ma'am."

"Well, it looks like she wants to tag along. Is that it, sweetie?" Rita's
voice was low and loud. Jamie had been talked down to before, but never like
this! She was too overwealmed to do or say anything, all she could manage was
to nod. "Holly, go ahead and sign her up too. I just need to make a phone
call." Rita stepped away from them and unclipped her cell phone.

As she spoke on the phone, Rita held Greta and Sandra's leashes. It was quite a
sight. The two of them were kneeling obediently on the floor next to her feet,
saying nothing and doing nothing. After a moment, Rita was done with her
conversation. "Jamie, come here," Rita said. It was a command, given with
forcefulness but also with some restraint, implying that she was capable of
much, much more. Jamie felt compelled to stand up and walk over to the giant
girl.

Jamie came within a couple of feet of Rita's long tanned shins. The rough
hiking boots, mussed up and covered with spots of dried mud, intimidated her.
Without even having to look up at giant Rita's face, Jamie felt small and
insignificant.

Suddenly, a pair of giant hands appeared at her sides. Jamie was frozen in her
tracks, completely unable to react. The hands pressed on the naked flesh of her
hips and she felt her feet leave the ground. It was a dizzy sensation being
lifted like this. Before she knew it, she was sitting on the granite counter,
her legs set wide apart. The stone felt cold against the bare skin of her
thighs and buttocks.

"Jamie," the giant teenaged girl spoke. She looked up, way up to see Rita's
billboard-sized face. Her expression was firm and serious. Jamie was
completely cowed by the look from Rita's cold blue eyes staring down at her.
"Jamie, my name is Rita Hobart, but you may call me 'Miss Rita'. I understand
that this is your first time being a mini, so there's a few things I need for
you to know. First of all, while we are out, you will be under my custody, and
you will do as you're told. I know that you're used to being a big-time lawyer
back in New York, and there is an age difference between us, but none of that
matters anymore. You're just a little mini now, and I will not have any
backtalk or disobedience from you, and I will expect you to be on your best
behaviour. Do I make myself clear?"

Jamie nodded quickly. The last time she'd been talked to like this was when
she was nine and staying with a spinster aunt while her mother was in the
hospital. Only now, she wasn't nine, she was 35 and being lectured to by a
girl in her mid-teens. Still, Jamie was too intimidated to raise any
objections. All she did was make a shaky nod.

"Good. Now, I'm going to be too busy with these two little munchkins to be able
to do much with you, so I asked my younger brother to come along. You're too
little to be wearing a leash, so he'll have to carry you around. Everything I
said before goes for him too. Now, do you have any questions?" The way she
phrased it sounded to Jamie like she didn't want her to ask anything. So, she
shook her head, which seemed to please Rita.

Jamie was carried out of the lobby, her head over Rita's shoulder and a large
hand firmly cupped over her bottom. Rita's other hand held the two leashes.
She could see Greta and Sandra happily running alongside their giant misstress,
not at all concerned with the world around them.

Rita's car was a late-model Toyota subcompact. In the backseat was a child
seat. The two girls clambered into the back seat and onto the child seat. Rita
placed Jamie onto Sandra's lap and buckled them in. "Now all of you be still
and behave. Got it?" She made her point by waving her index finger under
Jamie's chin.

Jamie would have liked to have seen the streetscape during the ride over to
Rita's place. Instead, she had to put up with having her flesh pressed against
Greta and Sandra's. Both of the girls were quiet during the drive, and Jamie
didn't feel like talking. Instead, she wondered how she got herself into this
perdicament. When she was full-sized, she'd always been very assertive. This
was part of the reason her marriage to Neil had failed: they were too much alike
and neither of them was ever willing to concede a point. Assertiveness was not
a trait valued in minis, who were expected to be passive and submissive. If
Neil could see her now, he'd probably be thrilled.

It didn't take long to get to Rita's family's home. Rita honked, but Jamie was
unable to see what was going on. A moment later, the passenger-side door
opened. A giant blonde head poked inside. At the sight of this, Jamie tried to
scrunch herself into a little ball, so as not to be noticed. "Hi Rita!" the boy
said loudly.

"Take a look in the back, Danny." The front passenger seat flipped down and now
Jamie could get a full view of Rita's brother. He was about 11 or 12, dressed
in much the same way as his sister.

"Oh cool!" he exclaimed. "Is the little one Jamie?"

"Yeah, she's yours, at least for today."

"She's really cute. Can I take her out?"

"Sure, but just be careful. Jamie's a lot smaller than the other two."

Jamie cringed as the hand came towards her. The boy, Danny, undid the strap
and put his hand on Jamie's thigh. She wanted to crawl away, but there was
nowhere to go. Instead, the hand grabbed her by her calves and lifted her
upside-down from the child seat. Jamie screamed her objections, but she was
ignored as the boy used his other hand to restrap the other two girls in.

She dangled helplessly as the boy sat down in the front and secured his own
seatbelt. Finally, she was unceremoniously plopped onto Danny's lap. Jamie
scrambed to get upright, but was prevented by something holding her by the neck.

"Shouldn't she have a collar?" he asked. Jamie tried to struggle, but it was
fruitless. Even though Danny was so young, she was no match for his strength.

"No, her neck is too small and delicate for that. You can carry her, though."

Jamie had enough of it. Not only was she being manhandled, these two kids were
talking about her as though she were a baby, or worse, a pet. So, she decided
to speak up. "Goddammit kid, lemme go!" She tried kicking her legs and pulling
on the fingers holding her by the arm.

"Are you going to put up with that, Danny?" Rita asked.

"With what? I can take care of it," he replied. His giggling at Jamie's
struggles only made her madder. Out of frustration, Jamie started swearing a
blue streak at Danny.

"Wow, she's really got a mouth. Danny, you've gotta be firm with her, let her
know who the boss is, y'know."

Danny sighed. It didn't take any effort at all to flip her onto her stomach
across his lap. Jamie didn't weigh much, probably just a little less than two
pounds. She did have cute little buns, he thought. Holding her with one hand
over the small of her back, he laid the other on her backside, to test the
softness of her skin. Then he gave her a short, sharp smack on her left
buttcheek. Danny was careful not to spank her too hard, but he still wanted it
to hurt. His hand came down again, this time on her right cheek. Jamie let out
a howl of pain that told him that that was enough.

Now, Jamie wasn't trying to wriggle out of his grasp. "There you see? All you
need to do is be a little firm, and she'll behave herself," Rita said
approvingly. Danny flipped her over onto her back. Jamie tried to curl herself
up into a fetal position, but he was able to prevent that.

Instead, he placed his hands under her arms and lifted her up. "She's really
light, isn't she?" he remarked. Now he was able to get a proper look at Jamie.
She was tall once, he thought. Her slender, shapely legs dangled freely in the
air. Surprisingly, Jamie had a little patch of fur between her legs; most minis
that he'd seen kept their pubic areas clean-shaven. Moving his eyes upwards,
he studied her breasts closely. They weren't huge, but they were nicely sized,
round on the bottom, with tiny pointed nipples.

The expression on Jamie's face was one of impotent anger. Knowing that she
couldn't do anything to him, or even to herself, Danny thought that it was
extremely cute. It was like holding a kitten. "Don't be mad Jamie," Danny said
in a sing-song voice. "You're in good hands."

Jamie gave Danny a nasty look but kept her fury in check. By mocking her like
this, she knew that he was trying to push her buttons and get her to react. So,
she decided not to give him the satisfaction. There was nothing to be
accomplished by screaming or hitting Danny, she concluded. Jamie took a deep
breath to try to calm herself.

While the boy was ogling her, Jamie closed her eyes and tried to think like a
lawyer. Why did she want to try being a mini in the first place? Was it
because she wanted to give up some control of her life? Did she really want to
know the answer? She knew that minis were often looked down upon by normal-
sized people, as pets or toys. She had voluntarily become a mini and gone on
this trip with the full knowledge that Rita's younger brother was coming along
to look after her. So did she have any right to be angry if the boy didn't
treat her with respect?

You walked into this, honey, Jamie thought to herself. She reopened her eyes to
see that she was still being suspended over Danny's lap. By now, she'd calmed
down enough not to fidget or scowl at the boy. Instead, she adopted a more
submissive pose, widening her eyes and opening her mouth slightly.

"Now, are you ready to be a good girl, Jamie?" asked Danny.

"Y-yes."

"Yes what?" he demanded in the same sing-song voice.

"Yes, uh sir?"

"Good Jamie," he said. She was lowered onto his lap. Unsure of what to do, she
sat down on Danny's left thigh, draping her long legs over his lap. Danny's
left hand appeared, wrapping around her waist to steady her from the car's
vibrations. "I know you're new at being a mini," he said softly. "But you look
a little old to be doing this. How old are you anyway?"

Were she still at her full size, this would have been a rude question for an
eleven year old to ask. But now that she was nude, 17 1/2 inches tall and
sitting on his lap, it didn't seem so impertenent. "I'm 35."

"I'm 35 what?"

"I am 35, sir."

"Good, you're learning." He rewarded Jamie with a light pat on her head.
"Y'see, minis are supposed to know their place, and even though I'm 11 and
you're 35, you're a mini and so you have to respect me." He said it all matter-
of-factly, as though it were a law of nature. "Anyway," he continued, "all of
the girls that Rita's been training all summer are young an' they're kind of
boring."

"Boring?" Rita interjected. "Greta and Sandra aren't boring. Are you, girls?"

"No, ma'am," they said in unison from the back seat.

"Well, Jamie's a lot more interesting than those two," Danny said. Hearing him
say that made Jamie like him a little more. "She's got a lot of spunk, y'know?
I think she'll be a lot of fun to train."

"She's going back to full-size in a week," Rita said.

"That's too bad. I think she's really cute like this. What do you think,
Jamie, would you like to be my pet?"

Jamie struggled to put together an answer. There was something deep down inside
of her that was saying "yes", but her mind was saying "No way!" She tried to be
diplomatic: "I have a job to go back to, sir, back in New York."

Danny smiled in a way that said, "that's so cute that little Jamie works at a
little job." He patted her on the head again. "So quit your job. You probably
don't like it anyway."

For an eleven year old boy, Danny could be very perceptive, Jamie thought. "I
also have a daughter, sir. Her name is Brenda and she's seven."

"Maybe you could be her doll," Rita offered in a joking manner.

"It's kind of complicated, ma'am. I'm divorced from Brenda's dad, and he'd want
full custody if I became a mini full-time. And I couldn't be her mom anymore if
I was her doll."

"Would that be so bad?" Danny asked.

"No, probably not," Jamie admitted. "Brenda's been bugging me to get her a mini
for a long time. One of her girlfriends has one, a 1/3rd scale girl from Brazil
named Nina. She's young and very pretty, but she doesn't speak a lot of
English, so it's hard for her to understand what she is told. Brenda is always
very careful when handling her though. I think she would treat me well if I
were her ... " she struggled to say it, "toy, but I would lose her as a
daughter."

"You see Jamie," Rita started, "that's why Danny thinks you're interesting,
because you have a lot to say. Sandra back there is able to speak English
fairly well, but she's kind of limited in what she can talk about. She's kind
of young, only 19, so she doesn't have much experience with life. But that's
okay, because she's going to be a pet for a six year old boy, and he's not
going to be too demanding for conversation." She touched the top of Jamie's
head lightly. "Now you, on the other hand, have lived longer and seen more
things. A bright young man like Danny is going to find that as attractive as
big boobs and a cute bottom."

Danny blushed. "Well yeah, I guess."

"Well look, we're almost there," Rita said as they drove past the signpost.
"Danny, could you get the parking tag out of the glovebox?"

Danny leaned forward, almost tipping Jamie off of his lap. He caught her by
setting his hand on her back. "Sorry Jamie," he said sheepishly.

"Ok, we're here," Rita announced.

The Petroglyph National Monument is located to the west of Albuquerque, New
Mexico. It is the site of numerous Native American rock carvings (thus the
name "petroglyph") many of which are hundreds and even thousands of years old.
Jamie was interested in seeing these carving, but she also had another motive:
she wanted to see what it was like for a mini to be out in public.

Since most minis were kept as pets, for many owners it followed that there was
little reason for them to wear clothing. Some minis, mostly owned by young
girls who liked to play dolls with them, did wear clothing. For the most part,
however, clothing for minis was for the amusement of their owners, not for the
protection of the minis. The sort of clothes made of ordinary cloth was very
uncomfortable for minis, especially the smaller ones. The stiching was awkward,
the cloth didn't "breathe" well, and they often irritated their skin. Silk was
the best material available, and normal-looking clothing was made with it, but
it was very expensive. Many minis who wore clothing only had a few silk outfits
that they wore for special occasions; the rest of the time they went nude.

Jamie was surprised with herself by how comfortable she was being seen and
handled by Danny. She sat in the crook of his arm as he walked towards the park
entrance. His free hand stroked the side of her body, from her torso all the
way down to her thighs. Occasionally, he would tickle her breasts. Jamie
tolerated this, as he seemed to be more of a godling than an eleven year old
boy. The fact that he seemed to be 18 feet tall to her, made her feel sort of
insignificant compared to him, so being nude wasn't as much of an issue as she
thought it would be.

As Danny walked, he talked with his sister. Jamie didn't feel a part of the
conversation, and she thought it would not be appropriate to interject her own
thoughts. She looked down at the ground, far below. Greta and Sandra were
trotting alongside their misstress, who held their leashes firmly in her hand.
Jamie felt a little glad that she'd shrunk herself down to 1/4 scale; this way,
she would get to be carried everywhere instead of being led on a leash.

Once they were in the park, Rita and Danny went their separate ways. Jamie
saw a concrete blockhouse that looked like a bathroom. She tugged at Danny's
shirt to get his attention. "What is it, Jamie?" he asked softly.

"I just needed to use the restroom, sir."

"Oh, you have to pee? Ok girl, let's go over here." Instead of walking towards
the bathrooms, Danny headed for a clump of bushes at the side of the path. He
gently set her down on the ground. "There you go, girl." He squatted down to
get a better view of what was to happen.

Jamie looked up, way up, at Danny's face with a blank expression. Did he really
expect her to go pee right here, in front of everybody? Like a dog? She
started to step backwards, to get behind the bush, but Danny was too quick for
her. He grabbed her by her left thigh, almost making her fall, but he was able
to catch her by her shoulder. "No, no, no. Stay right here where I can see
you," he said firmly.

There was no other way to get around this, and she really had to go. After a
moment's hesitation, Jamie squatted down on the sand and closed her eyes. The
hiss of her stream of urine covered the sound of Danny's breathing over her.
When she finished, she stood up and opened her eyes. Danny had a big smile on
his face, but he wasn't mocking her. He just seemed genuinely happy that his
little pet was obeying him. "Good girl!" he said as he stroked the back of her
head.

Danny then took something out of his belt pack. Jamie immediately recognized it
was a baby wipe, the kind she used to use to clean Brenda when she was a baby.
Only now, Jamie thought, she was the baby! She raised a hand to grab at the
baby wipe, only to find it out of her reach. "Bend over, Jamie," Danny ordered.

Jamie hesitated a little too long. Danny's hand came down on her shoulder and
she felt the pressure, forcing her down to her knees. A giant finger went in
between her thighs, separating them. Jamie was impressed with the power Danny
had; he was immensely strong but surprisingly gentle. Jamie was too overwealmed
to move. Huge fingers gripped her sides as another finger, covered with the
wipe, went in between her legs.

An involuntary shudder went through Jamie's body as her privates were cleaned.
Then she felt the finger slide in between her buttocks. The sensation was
exquisite. Under the ministrations of this boy-god, Jamie was completely
helpless.

When he finished, he allowed Jamie to stand up. "Th-thank you, sir," she said
meekly. Danny merely smiled. He held his open hand out in front of her. Jamie
inferred that he wanted her to walk into it. She did so, feeling the fingers
curl around her sides.

Danny began walking again. Jamie was easily held up by just one of Danny's
hands; there was little wonder to this, as Jamie weighed only two pounds. She
was pressed against Danny's stomach and so had a waist-high view of the passing
scenery. By being handled so casually, Jamie felt even more like a toy.

After a few minutes of walking, Danny reached a group of picnic tables about a
hundred yards from the trail. He set Jamie down on the table, while he seated
himself on a chair. "There," he declared, "now we can just relax."

"Sir, will we be going to see the petroglyphs?" Jamie's voice was a little
insistant.

"Nah, I've seen them before," he said.

"But sir -"

"But nothing, Jamie. I'm the master here, and what the master wants, the master
gets."

Jamie was still standing. She stamped her foot down. "You are *not* my
master!" she said firmly.

To Danny, she looked rather comical. He simply reached around and seized her
left buttock with his thumb and forefinger. "Yes I *AM* your master, at least
for today." He was holding her buttcheek gently but firmly; he tested his grip
by pulling her back slightly. She stumbled and fell into his palm. Danny
laughed at her perdicament, then stopped. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, for teasing
you. But you're so much fun to tease." He released her from his hand, setting
her down onto her hands and knees.

Jamie rested in this position, allowing Danny to run his fingers over her back
and bottom. "Sir, may I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure, depends on the question."

"I'm not the first mini you've handled, am I sir?"

Danny smiled broadly. "No, I've played with the minis that Rita sometimes
brings home for overnight stays. And some of my friends have minis. And I own
one also."

"Oh." Jamie's eyes widened. "Where is she, sir?"

"Right now, she's ... away." Danny took out his wallet and opened it to a
photo. "Her name's Cricket." Jamie crawled forward to get a better look. On
the right was a younger Danny, probably about eight or nine years old. Cricket
was standing on a chair next to Danny. She was a half-sized blonde, in her late
thirties or early forties. She was well-proportioned, with round, pretty breasts and
a neatly-trimmed bush between her legs. Her only article of clothing was a red
leather collar; the leash went from there to a loop held in Danny's left hand.
Cricket was smiling broadly, but her eyes were not wide and innocent. They were
the worldly eyes of an adult woman, not of a girl just out of her teens who was
being a mini as a lark. She leaned against Danny's side; his right hand was
wrapped around her hip.

"How old is she, sir?"

"She was 41 and I was 9 when Rita took the picture. Right now, she's 43."

"Can I ask what happened? Sir?"
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Danny had decided that he wanted a mini, ever since the mini pill was announced
to the public some three years earlier. His parents had been resistant for a
long time, mostly because of the cost. The demand for young, attractive minis
was huge, and so were the prices. He and his older sister pleaded, but there
was no way around the fact that the family could not afford it.

As the years went on and Danny got older, opportunities for owning a mini grew.
The prison system turned to the mini pill in order to relieve overcrowding, and
the released convicts often could not be restored to their former heights.
These people, mostly men, were not considered desireable for adoption and were
mostly relegated to mini reservations after being released from prison.

Foreign adoptions were also a possibility, and the young women who were being
offered were mostly attractive and willing. It said a lot about their homelands
that many of their pretty girls would rather be minned and live as pets in
the West, than build their lives at home. Girls from Belarus and the Balkans
proved to be especially popular, as were ones from Central America and China.
Importing a mini was beyond the family budget, however, and so Danny had to
settle for playing with minis belonging to friends.

Eventually, Danny found his solution over the internet. A number of the dating
site had expanded into master/mini matchmaking; Match.com was one of the most
prominent of these, having the largest pool of members to choose from. Danny
was able to get his parents' permission to open up an account.

To Danny's surprise, there were a lot of people out there who wanted to become
someone's pet or plaything. Because he was so young, he was innundated with
messages. A lot of them came from men, even though he had indicated on his
profile that he was only interested in receiving messages from females. Danny
had considered the idea of having a male mini; he thought it would be kind of
neat to have a little man he could order around and play with. The messages he
got from these men were pretty explicit, which creeped him out. He disposed of
those letters very quickly.

He also got plenty of emails from women living someplace overseas, like Russia
or India. They were interesting to coorespond with, but there was no way he
was going to be able to make things happen. For one thing, his allowance would
not be able to pay for airline tickets or visa fees. He did carry on a lengthy
exchange with a woman from Australia named Carmen. She was 29 and in a failed
marriage; by shrinking herself, Carmen hoped to escape from her problems.
Danny's parents counselled him to pass over her, as she seemed to have issues
that were beyond what a nine year old boy could handle.

Danny narrowed his search to people closer to home. Most of the hits he was
getting were women in their 30s, 40s, and even in their 50s. The ones in their
50 he rejected out of hand. He thought a few of the others looked a little
hefty.

The one he really liked used the screenname "Cricket". Even though her real
name was Dana, he thought that the nickname was so cute that he kept using it.
Cricket was a paralegal living up in Santa Fe, aged 41, divorced with no
children. The headshot that she provided featured an attractive face and long
straight blond hair. A few wrinkles around her brown eyes betrayed her age, but
that was made up for with a pretty smile. Her profile said that she was 5'2"
tall and weighed 120 pounds.

They exchanged emails. Cricket revealed that she'd always wanted to shrink,
even before the mini pill became available. She wrote that when she shrunk,
she would need a guardian and a protector, and asked if he was willing to do
that for her. She also emailed some photos of herself in a bikini, showing her
front, back and sides. Cricket really was nice-looking, with a firm body and
large, but not too large, round breasts and a splendidly curved bottom.

Danny's parents invited her over for dinner. She proved to be a delightful
guest, funny and interesting. She told stories about her travels to Mexico and
the Far East, as well as some of the clients at the legal clinic she worked at
(without revealing any names). Danny's parents had assumed that she was some
sort of trailer trash, but she actually had a B.A. in sociology from the
University of Arizona.

At the end of the evening, Danny's parents had overcome their fears and decided
that Cricket would make an ideal companion for their son. Since she was already
fairly short, they decided that she would only be reduced to one-half her
original height.

Cricket went ahead and cancelled the lease on her apartment and liquidated all
of her assets, which came out to be a little more than $10,000. A couple
thousand went towards the mini pill. Minis technically could not own any
assets, so the rest of her money went into a trust fund that Danny controlled.

She elected to take a slow shrink pill, one that would work over the course of
eight hours. Cricket took it before bedtime and slept in the guest bedroom.
The next morning, she woke up at her new size, 31 inches tall and 15 pounds.

Adjusting to her new size was not that hard for Cricket. She'd read up on the
mini literature, so she knew what was in store for her. Previously, she had
been eight inches taller than Danny; now, he looked like he was nine feet tall!
His sister Rita was even bigger: the fourteen year old girl was over eleven
feet tall, and her parents were larger still.

Danny was now Cricket's owner, and he took his responsibility over her very
seriously. What was once an independent woman was now completely dependent on
him for her food and shelter. She stayed in his room and ate with him at the
dinner table, being hand-fed bits of food while kneeling on the floor next to
his chair.

He decided not to allow Cricket to wear clothing. There were plenty of half-
size minis who did wear clothes, but after consulting with the guidebooks, he
felt that it would be easier to train and discipline Cricket if she were naked.
Danny was concerned that if she were allowed clothes, she would forget her place
and he would have to punish her more often in order to keep her in line. It was
better to be able to use more positive incentives.

Training Cricket was fairly easy. She was receptive to commands and did not put
up any fuss when Danny attached the collar to her neck. He trained her on the
leash, and she learned quickly. When he gave a command, Cricket responded
immediately, no matter if he told her to sit, lie down, heel, or even beg.
After a week of training, he was able to take her out on walks around the
neighborhood. Passers-by would compliment him on how pretty and well-bred his
mini-girl was.

There was one thing above all that Cricket had no illusions about. The master-
mini relationship was often very intimate, and she knew what was going to happen
when she shrank. She bathed with Danny and slept in his bed, so she understood
that she would be performing certain favors. Danny didn't try to force her into
it, mostly because he was too young to fully understand what was going on.
Instead, Cricket initiated things. She was older and far more experienced, so
she was able to teach him what to do. For his part, Danny was a very willing
participant. He was curious about her at first and enjoyed playing these games
with her. At no point, however, did Danny let Cricket forget that she was his
pet.

Everything went well for a long time. Then, about five months ago, Danny
started noticing that Cricket was feeling sad. He tried cheering her up, and it
would work for a while, but then she would return to her funk. Danny became
worried when she wouldn't get out of bed in the morning. Normally, she would be
up before he was, and she would scurry around the bedroom tidying things up for
him. Now, he would have to pick her up from the bed and carry her to the
bathroom every morning. Cricket was losing interest in things she enjoyed, like
playing outside, swimming, even sex.

Danny's parents looked up Cricket's old doctor and Danny took her to see him,
hoping that whatever was happening to her could be fixed. Dr. Friedman was her
psychiatrist, and he assured Danny that he did nothing wrong in his treatment of
Cricket. She'd been depressed for a long time, long before she had become a
mini. He reasoned that Cricket became a mini as an escape from her problems.
The thing to do would be to have her checked into a psychiatric clinic for
observation and treatment. Danny was reluctant to give Cricket up, but he was
assured that this was the best thing for her.

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"I've been visiting her at the clinic twice a week. They say she's getting much
better. She's supposed to be released in a couple of weeks." Danny made a wan
smile.

"I'm sorry, sir." Even though Cricket was older and larger than she was, Jamie
could not help but feel pity for her. Depression is a horrible thing to have.

"It's alright." He stroked Jamie's back again. "She's gonna be ok, and that's
all that matters."

"You must really love her, sir."

"Yeah, well she's my mini. My folks wanted me to give her up to the
reservation, but I'm afraid she won't last long in a place like that. And she
can't go back to being full-size. I found out that she had something added to
her mini pill that prevents any kind of antidote from working. She's stuck like
this." Danny sighed. "I'm responsible for her, and I guess I'm the only family
she has."

Jamie caught herself looking up at Danny with puppy-dog eyes. Having that huge
finger rubbing down her back and over her bottom did feel nice. She let out a
small moan.

"You like that, don't you girl," he said teasingly. "Tell you what, I think I'm
gonna take you home tonight. How about that?"

Jamie, lost in the moment, could only nod.

Jamie wasn't sure of the time when she awoke, but she definitely knew where she
was. A cool breeze came in through the open window over Danny's bed, floating
over her back. Beneath her was Danny's bare chest, surprisingly soft and
smooth. Jamie rested spread-eagle on her stomach, her head on its side. She
could hear Danny's heart beating away. The loud thumps were soothing in a way.

She felt a little chilly, so she rolled onto her side and curled up into a fetal
position. There was still a little bit of that glow in her, and she basked in
the heat eminating from Danny's body. Jamie wondered what had happened to her.
Back in New York, she'd been a high-powered prosecutor with the Manhattan D.A.
office and a card-carrying feminist. Now at 17 1/2 inches tall, she was all
gooey over some kid. He'd used her as though she were his toy, and she was
horny enough to go along with it.

The thing was, Jamie really was in awe of Danny, and she felt that he did have
power over her. Powerful men had always been a major turn-on for her, even if
she didn't like to admit it. That was what attracted her to Neil in the first
place. He was confident, smart, and charismatic. Now Danny ... well, he was
very young, but he was a giant, almost a god to her. She literally was putty
in his hands.

She felt Danny stir. His chest heaved, knocking Jamie from her perch and onto
the mattress surface. She rolled onto her back and saw the giant reposition
himself on his side. Danny was still asleep. Gingerly, Jamie crawled over to
his side. Almost by instinct, Danny's arm came around her to secure her against
his chest. It was sort of like being spooned, Jamie thought. A minute later,
she was fast asleep.

---

The next morning found Jamie alone on the vast surface of Danny's bed. She
stood up to see what was going on. At her size, the mattress was firm enough
for her to easily walk about. In the light of day, she could see the contents
of his bedroom. It was fairly typical for an eleven year old's, with posters of
fighter planes and movie monsters on the walls, a desk with a notebook computer
on it, discarded clothes scattered on the floor.

Jamie looked over the edge of the bed. The drop to the floor looked pretty
steep, maybe ten feet according to her point of view. Perhaps if I hold onto
the bedsheets as I shimmy down, she thought to herself, I could make it to the
floor. She held on tight to the sheet and began her descent.

On the floor, Jamie noticed that she shag carpet came up to her ankles. It felt
so odd against the soles of her feet as she traversed the room to the door,
which was left slightly ajar. She did stop to inspect a giant-sized pair of
running shoes laying on the floor. Each of them was more than a yard long and
reeked of sweat. Jamie bent over for a closer look.

Suddenly the door opened at Danny strolled in. "Jamie, where are you?" he asked
with an accusatory tone.

"Down here, sir!" she said as she waved her arms frantically. She was afraid of
being stepped on! Danny's bare feet were just yards away from her, and Jamie
was desparate to get his attention.

He looked down to where the noice was coming from. "Ok, I see you. Come here."
Jamie obeyed, coming to his feet. She saw that she barely came up to his knees.
A hand came down and grabbed her right arm. "Hold still, girl," he muttered.
His other hand held a pair of scissors. With a quick snip, Jamie's wristband
fell to the floor.

"Sir?" Jamie asked incredulously.

"You're gonna be staying with me for a while. Rita called the resort to let
them know, and she's on her way over there to drop off the girls."

"But sir, you can't keep me here! I have to grow back and return to New York
next week!"

"You let me worry about that, okay? Right now, you're my mini, and I'm saying
that you're staying with me. Got it?"

He can't do this! Jamie's anger flared up. She balled her fist and struck at
the nearest target, Danny's shin. Her efforts were in vain, as all she got out
of him was laughter.

"Jamie-girl, you can't hurt me," he said in a mocking tone. He scooped her up
and raised her to his face. "You're so cute when you're mad, you know that?
Now, let's get you washed up and then we can have breakfast."

Jamie's anger subsided as she was carried into the bathroom. Danny placed her
on the countertop, where she was able to stand up. Now at least, she was close
to his eye-level. Being mad wasn't working, so maybe reasoning with his will
work instead. "Please sir, you can't keep me like this. I still have a little
girl who needs me."

Danny smiled. "Well to you, she's not that little. Anyway, I'm only gonna keep
you until Cricket gets back. Then I'll let you go. And maybe by then you'll
like being small so much, you won't want to grow back."

Jamie winced at that remark. She actually did like being small, but she never
thought she would stay this way. This was just a fling. "Danny, you can't keep
me like this, against my will."

Danny tapped Jamie's nose lightly. "First of all," he said, "you can call me
'sir' or 'master'. Understood?" His voice was firm and authoritative. Jamie
nodded quickly, worried that she may have gone too far. "Second, minis don't
have rights the same way big people do. You're a lawyer, I though you knew
that."

"I-I just didn't think it applied to me," she said meekly.

"Really? You must not be all that smart, then." While they had been talking,
Danny had started filling the sink with warm water. He turned off the taps and
reached for Jamie. "In you go," he said in that sing-song voice.

To Jamie, the sink was the size of the bathtub in her apartment. The water was
lukewarm. She splashed some of the water on herself, trying to get some of the
fluid residue from last night off of her skin. Danny stood over her and
watched; Jamie figured that he wasn't going to go away. Besides, after having
been used as a sex toy by him, it was a little late to be expecting any privacy
in her bath.

Danny did allow Jamie a little dignity by letting her bathe herself. He let her
use some soap and shampoo that had been formulated for minis, as they had much
more sensitive skin than big people. After he felt that she was done, he took
her out of the sink and handed her a microfiber towel. Jamie dried herself off.
After she fixed her hair a little, she handed the towel back to Danny.

Breakfast was a new affair for her. Instead of sitting at the head of the table
like she did back home, Danny set her down on the edge of the kitchen table.
Her calves dangled freely as she leaned back and rested on her outstreatched
hands. Jamie didn't have to do very much, since Danny would hold a little piece
of food right up to her mouth for her to eat. The sippy cup full of apple juice
was far too heavy for her to life, so he held it up for her to drink from it.

After they finished eating and Danny had put away the plates, he carried her
back upstairs. Danny took his bookbag from the closet doorknob and set it down
on his bed. Jamie eyed it curiously, probing a strap with her toe. "Master,
are we going somewhere?"

Danny smiled at her calling him 'master'. "Uh-huh. We're going over to my
friend Aaron's house. He's got a mini too, so you'll have someone to play with.
Her name's Cookie, and she's a half-scale mini. I think she's about your age
too."

"Cookie? Sir, do minis always have to have names like that?"

"Like what?"

"Cookie, Cricket, like that. I know someone back home who owns a mini named
Coco."

"Coco, huh? Is she black?"

"No, she's white, but her owner's black. I guess it's supposed to be ironic."

"Maybe I should give you a new name," he said with a smirk. "How does 'Ladybug'
sound?"

"Oh no, please master! I don't want to be called that!" Jamie shuddered at the
idea of being given a "cute" name.

"I like 'Ladybug'." Jamie gave him a pained look. "Oh all right, you can still
be 'Jamie'. That's a cute name too." He put a finger on her shoulder and
stroked the back of her neck. Then he turned his attention back to the bag. He
picked out some game discs and guidebooks, as well as a game controller.

"Ok Jamie," he announced as he straightened up. "You've got a choice. If
you're gonna be a good girl, you can ride on my shoulders on the way to Aaron's
house. But if you're not, then you're going in the bag. What'll it be?"

"Oh please master, I'll be a good girl." She looked at the bag and knew right
away that it would be an uncomfortable way to go around.

They didn't speak much once Danny started on his way. One of Danny's shoulders
held the bookbag, the other Jamie. It was barely wide enough for her to sit.
She wrapped her right arm around the back of Danny's head for support; one of
Danny's hands held her calves, preventing her from falling off.

Jamie was too fascinated with the passing scenery to be able to talk much. This
world was no longer her own. Instead, it was large and menacing to someone as
small as her, and she felt glad to have a protector in the form of Danny. Along
the way, they passed a young mother pushing a stroller. She saw that the baby
inside it was bigger than her! The mom scarcely paid her any attention, which
bothered Jamie a little. Back home, she was used to being important, being the
center of attention at bar association meetings. Now, as a mini, she wasn't
important enough to rate more than a cursory glance.

Seeing the outside world like this also put to rest the idea of escaping back to
the resort. Everything was so big and dangerous-looking. She might run across
a snake or a coyote, and then she would be done for. Jamie wasn't even sure of
where she was. Despite his domination of her, or maybe because of it, Jamie
actually liked Danny. It would be better to just stick with him, she thought.

After walking a couple of blocks, Danny turned in at a large, two-story house
done in a Spanish-mission style. There was a desert garden instead of a grass
lawn in the front. Danny rang the bell and waited.

The door opened to reveal a chubby auburn-haired boy about a year older than
Danny. "Hi Danny! You brought her!"

"Uh-huh, this is Jamie." Jamie wasn't sure what to do. She extended a hand,
expecting the older boy to shake it. He didn't. Instead he just looked at her
with an appraising eye. They went inside the house, which to Jamie's relief was
air-conditioned.

"She's very pretty, Danny. What's Cricket gonna say when she sees her?"

"Nothing, 'cause she's not gonna find out," Danny replied. "I'm only keeping
her 'til Cricket gets back." He took Jamie down from his shoulder and held her
in his hand.

"So what's gonna happen to her? You're not gonna turn her loose, are ya?"

Turn her loose? Jamie shuddered at the thought of being abandoned at this size.
Did he mean to leave her at a roadside, like an puppy that is no longer wanted?

The two boys entered the living room, where Danny set Jamie down on the coffee
table. She was standing, but he forced her to her elbows and knees by gently
pressing on her shoulder. "Nah, I'm not gonna do that. If she wants to grow
back, I'll let her, but I don't think she's gonna want to. She's got a little
girl back in New York, so she'll probly go back there and be her doll." He
patted and stroked her backside. "And she'll be such a cute little toy."

"Yeah," Aaron agreed. "Hey, you want something to eat?" Danny nodded.
"Cookie! Come over here!" he called.

A half-sized woman came scampering down the stairs. She was blonde, with her
hair cut short and styled with gel to make it look sort of spikey. Cookie was
in her early to mid-thirties. Her skin was lightly tanned and her body was
well-defined: not too athletic but not voluptuous either. Cookie's legs were
shapely and had good muscle definition. Her breasts were not large, they were
more knob or cone-shaped, with large nipples. Cookie's pubic area was clean of
hair and she had very pretty little labia lips. She smiled brightly and her
eyes sparkled. "Yes master!" she said cheerfully.

"Go get us some Cokes and chips."

"Yes master," she said, bowing.

Aaron clapped his hands. "Chop chop!" Cookie dutifully ran out of the room
and into the kitchen. "She's such a nice kid," he remarked.

Danny opened his bag to take out the game controller. "Lookit, it came in the
mail yesterday." The two boys examined the controller, completely ignoring
little Jamie on the coffee table.

After a few minutes, Cookie came back, pushing a cart with the snacks. Carrying
all of that with her arms would have been much too heavy for her. Even at one-
half size, it was still a struggle for her to open the cans of soda and pour
them into the ice-filled glasses. Aaron rewarded her with a pat on her head.
"Good girl, Cookie. This is Jamie," he said, pointing to the brunette mini
resting on the table. "She belongs to Mr. Danny. Why don't you show her around
while we talk?"

"Yes, master," she said while nodding. "C'mon Jamie, let's go upstaira!" Jamie
crawled to the coffee table's edge and slid down onto the floor. Even though
Cookie was a mini, she was still nearly twice Jamie's height. Her eye-level
only came to her waist, which seemed kind of awkward. Cookie took Jamie's hand
and led her away towards the staircase.

Jamie struggled with the stairs. She tried to climb them, but they were much
too big for her to negotiate. "Here, let me," Cookie said, her voice no longer
so chipper. The larger woman simply slid her hands under Jamie's arms and
lifted. As they went up the stairs, Cookie said, "I don't have to be 'on' when
Aaron is out of earshot."

"You call him by his name?" Jamie sounded surprised. Cookie seemed so servile
down in the living room.

"Not when he's around. Just between us minis." Cookie's voice was less
childlike, more sophisticated now. "He's very good to me, but it's nice to be
able to talk to someone of my own kind."

"Oh," Jamie said lamely as she was set down on the second-floor hallway. "How
long have you been his mini?" she asked as they went into Aaron's bedroom.

"More than a year, fifteen months, I think. It's hard, since we minis don't
have much need to keep track of time."

"Yeah, I've noticed. Cookie isn't your real name, is it?"

"No no, of course not. It's Diane, but my owner thought I should have a new
name after I shrank. I don't mind the name, it made it easier to adjust to
being his pet." She motioned Jamie to join her on top of Aaron's bed. Jamie
needed to be lifted up, but that was not much of a challenge for Cookie/Diane.
Once on the matress top, Cookie reclined on her side, and Jamie did likewise.

"Do you want me to call you Diane?"

"Cookie's fine, I'm used to it. So, tell me about yourself. How did you get to
be Danny's pet?"

Jamie took about a half-hour to tell the story so far. When she finished,
Cookie looked more amused than anything else. "You know, I've had sex with
Danny too."

"You have?"

"Sure. Sometimes Danny and Aaron swap us, and I've gone home with him. It's
different than with Aaron, but it's still pretty good. Cricket told me what it
was like to be with Danny before he slept with me, so I knew what to expect."

"And she didn't get jealous?"

"Sweetie, you have to remember that to Danny and Aaron, we're not really people.
You're still new at this, but Cricket and I have been minis long enough to
understand this. She does what she's told and so do I."

"Oh." Jamie thought for a moment, and then looked back up at Cookie's reclining
body. "So, how did *you* get to be Aaron's pet?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Uh, no." Jamie was puzzled. How was it obvious?

"I'm his mom, silly." Cookie frowned at Jamie's shocked expression. "Oh stop
it. I'm not the first parent in the world to be her kid's pet."

"Yeah but...my God, you have *sex* with him!"

"So what? You're a lawyer, you ought to know that the courts have ruled that
it's not really incest. He owns me and I'm okay with it. Besides, we minis
can't get pregnant, since there's something in the mini pill that prevents it.

"Anyway," Cookie continued, "I was a mortgage broker at a loan company here in
Albuquerque. I had a husband, Brad, who was a research scientist at Sandia, and
a son, Aaron, who was eleven and in the sixth grade. I thought I had the
perfect life. I had a career, a family, a lovely home and good friends.

"But Brad was cheating on me with a woman in the Human Resources division at his
lab. He kept his affair a secret for more than three years, but I found out
about it. There were some emails on his computer from a woman named Bridgette
and I put two and two together.

"Brad denied it, of course. When I tried to pull up the emails on his
notebook to prove it, I found that they'd been erased. I was still pretty upset
about this, and I threatened to go to a divorce lawyer. Brad moved out and
checked into a motel room.

"The next day was a Saturday and I decided to sleep in. I planned on taking
Aaron to the mall that afternoon to get him some new clothes. But when I woke
up, I discovered that I'd been minned.

"Needless to say, I was hugely embarassed. I wrapped herself in a towel and
asked Aaron to call the police. The interview was humiliating. As a mini, my
words had little weight with the investigators, and they had to rely on Aaron's
account of what might have happened. No charges were ever filed, as the D.A.
could not convince a grand jury that Brad had minned Diane.

"And I discovered that her shrinking couldn't be reversed. The mini pill that
I was slipped had something in it to prevent me from being restored, so I was
stuck being 33 inches tall.

"I stayed at the mini resort you're staying at for about a month, in order to
sort things out. Even though I still blamed Brad for minning me, I missed Aaron
a lot and I and wanted to go back home and try to make a normal life. It was
going to be hard, since I couldn't go back to my job. My old boss said that
since I'm a mini, I can't legally sign documents and the insurance companies
won't bond me. He also said that none of my coworkers or customers would take
me seriously. I was one of the top performers at that company, but since I'm a
mini now, that counted for nothing.

"When I came back home, I found that Bridgette had moved in and Aaron was
treating her as if she were the mom. I met Bridgette once, at a holiday party
held at Sandia. Bridgette was really short with dark-hair. I think she was of
Mexican ancestry. She was about 4'10", so I called her "Bridgette the Midget".
At the time, I never thought that Brad would have any interest in her.

"Bridgette was now sleeping in the bed that Brad and I shared, and she had
cleaned out my closet and put her own clothes in there instead. All of my old
clothes wouldn't fit me, of course. When I was at the resort, I could be nude
most of the time. One of the employees felt sorry for me, and bought me some
children's clothes at the Goodwill. They didn't fit me all that well, and they
were kids' clothes, so they had stuff like 'Barney the Dinosaur' and 'Thomas the
Tank Engine' on them.

"What happened was that Brad and Bridgette sat me down for a talk. Mostly it
was them talking and me listening. They explained to me that I could stay in
the house, but only as Aaron's mini. That wasn't much of a choice, since the
mini reservations are terrible places to live and I knew that there was no way
I could survive on her own 'in the wild'. As a mini, I have very few rights and
an unclaimed mini walking down the street could be claimed byanyone, to be their
pet, toy, or whatever.

"I had a lot of reservations, but I accepted. They called Aaron into the room
and told him that I was now his mini. He had this smile on his face, as though
he was expecting this. His friend Danny had a mini and he'd been begging me and
Brad for one of his own. Brad was okay with it, but I always vetoed it. Now
that I was a mini myself, I no longer had a vote.

"It was hard for me to adjust to being Aaron's mini. Aaron was eleven years old
and my son, so it was difficult to accept that he now owned me. He really
enjoyed lording his authority over me. Aaron knew that short of actually
injuring me, he could do whatever he wanted to me.

"The very first thing he did was take away my clothes. He toss the bag of
clothes that I brought with me into the trash and then he ordered me to strip.
I balked at that, of course. So, he took them off for me. I think he liked
doing that, humiliating me. He gave me a spanking for being insubordinate.

"I was able to run out of the room, and I made it all the way downstairs to
the kitchen, where Bridgette was making dinner. Seeing me naked made her laugh
out loud. I covered myself and then complained about the treatment I was
getting from Aaron. I wasn't sure of what I was thinking, expecting some
sympathy from her. When Aaron came into the room, she simply picked me up and
handed me to him, telling him that he needed to work on disciplining me.

"After that, I tried harder to behave myself. He put me on a leash and took me
out for walks around the neighborhood. That was especially embarassing, since
I was now being seen naked and led about by my own son. My friends had all
dropped me after I became a mini, that was to be expected. But these people
would greet Aaron out on the street and pat me on the head, saying how cute I
was.

"I'll give you an example. About a few weeks after my return home, my family
was invited to a neighbors' home for a cookout. Aaron wasn't sure if he should
bring me, since I was new at this. By then, I was domesticated enough that he
decided that I could behave myself. These people we were visiting were friends
of Brad and I. I socialized with the wife, Betty, at PTA meetings and we
sometimes went out for lunch with other women.

"Her reaction to seeing me, nude and being led on a leash, was ... nothing. I
don't think she paid me much mind, even when I waved at her and tried to say
hello. Then Aaron unclipped my leash and told me to behave myself and not run
off. I had no intention of doing so.

"There was a lot of loud music. Brad and Harry, the husband, stood around the
barbeque drinking beers and talking about work. Instead of me gossipping with
Betty, it was Bridgette. I was left to my own devices, so I wandered over to
the wading pool that had been set up in the patio. It was empty, so I stepped
in to get my feet wet.

"Suddenly a shadow came over me. A young girl's voice from behind me told me
that minis weren't allowed in the pool without someone to watch over them. I
turned around to see that it was Betty and Harry's four year old daughter,
Marie. Even though she was so young, to me, she looked like she was over seven
feet tall. She was fully dressed, in a pair of shorts and a tshirt.

"I felt very nervous. Marie took my hand and led me upstairs to her room. She
spent the rest of the afternoon dressing me up and talking to me. It was
actually kind of fun to interact with her like that. Then Aaron found me and we
went home."

"Was he mad at you for running off like that?" Jamie asked.

"No, he understood that I couldn't refuse a giant, even if she was only four."

"Was it weird to be making love with him?"

"You know, it's funny. I had all of these fears about what it would be like,
and when we actually did it, I discovered that it was the best I've ever had.
It wasn't "making love" either, it was more like "fucking". There's a lot of
mini men who've wanted to be with me, but I'm not interested in them. The thing
is, once you've been with a giant, even a giant kid, it's hard to go back to
"normal sex".

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Danny used me last night, and I feel ... I don't
know ... different. Now, it's like I don't want to go back to being big."

"Yeah," Cookie agreed, "it's hard to imagine having "conventional sex" after
you've been picked up and twirled around on his thing." Cookie put her hand on
Jamie's hip. "All of this sex talk's made me feel kind of hot, you know what I
mean?"

Jamie nodded. She reached over and touched one of Cookie's breasts. "Yes. I'm
getting sort of turned on too," she admitted. "God, I haven't felt this way in
a long time."

"Get used to it, sweetheart," Cookie said lustily. "We minis aren't constrained
by the normal rules of society."

"Mmm-hmm. The last time, was in college, just fooling around." Jamie slid over
to Cookie's larger body and kissed her on the lips. Cookie responded by
wrapping her arms around her back and bottom. Then she filled Jamie's mouth
with her tongue.

Danny and Aaron had been playing video games for so long that when they looked
up, they noticed that it was getting dark out. Danny looked at the clock on the
VCR: it said that it was almost 6:30. "Oh geez, I better get movin'. My mom's
gonna be makin' supper." He set his controller down and got up.

"Yeah, ok." He paused the game and got up to his feet as well. "I wonder how
the girls are getting along?"

The boys went upstairs. The door was left slightly open, so they peeked in to
see what Cookie and Jamie were up to. They were asleep on Aaron's bed, Cookie
on her side holding Jamie with her arms in front of her. Danny remembered doing
that with Cricket - she called it 'spooning'.

Aaron opened the door and the boys strolled in. Cookie released Jamie from her
embrace and languidly stretched her arms and legs. Jamie was left to roll onto
her stomach. Aaron gave Jamie's bottom a playful squeeze and picked Cookie off
from the bed. "Did you two girls have a good time?" he asked.

"Yes, master. Me and Jamie talked and we had really good sex." Cookie said it
with a bright, chirpy voice.

"Jamie, it's time to go, girl." Danny lifted his pet into his arms and cradled
her. She still seemed a little drowsy.

Aaron held up a leash he'd found on top of his dresser. "Hey Danny, is this
yours?"

"I think so, but I didn't bring it over today. I must've used it when I took
Cricket over here." He took it from Aaron. "Thanks."

"Well, I though you'd wanna use it with Jamie. She looks like she could use
some leash training."

"Yeah, I'd like to train her, but she's too little for a collar." Danny thought
for a moment. "Do you still have that plug?"

"I think so," Aaron said thoughtfully. He set Cookie down onto the carpet and
dug around his desk drawers. "Here it is, still in the package."

Jamie stirred herself to see what was going on. "Master, what's a plug for?"
she asked.

Danny patted her on her head. "She's so cute, isn't she?" He sat down on the
edge of the bed and placed Jamie face-down across his lap. After patting her
bottom gently, Danny gently separated Jamie's legs to expose her vagina and her
anus. Danny applied a little jelly onto his index finger. "Alright Jamie, this
is gonna hurt a little bit, but it'll be worth it."

Jamie yelped as soon as his digit began to penetrate her bunghole. "Ow! Hey!
Stop that!" Danny tried not to giggle. Instead, he gave her a light smack on
her ass. "Hold still, girl. If you keep doing this, I'm gonna have to really
spank you."

That settled her down. Danny reinserted his finger into Jamie, and was able to
get in up to the first knuckle. That was all he needed. Aaron had opened the
package and held the plug up. It was pink and made of a soft, rubbery plastic.
On one end was a brass ring. The plug was wide at that end, tapering down to a
round knob at the other end.

Satisfied that he'd dilated Jamie's anus enough, Danny slid the plug inside her,
the small end in first. It was about 3/4 of an inch long and went all the way
in. Danny held the ring firmly as he watched Jamie's anus contract around the
base of the plug. He tested it by tugging on it slightly - it did not come out.

Tears were streaming down Jamie's face when he flipped her over. "Did that
hurt?" Jamie nodded. "I needed to do that so I could have someplace I can hook
up a leash to." He stroked her side and gave one of her tits a squeeze.
"You'll get used to it, girl. Now, sit up."

Jamie sullenly did so, and grimaced as she sat on Danny's leg. He wrapped his
hand around her waist and stood up. They boys went downstairs, with Cookie
tagging along behind them. At the front door, he set Jamie down on the floor.
"Bend over, Jamie," he ordered. She did so without hesitation. The metal ring
protruded slightly from her asscrack. The leash snapped on easily.

Outside, Jamie had to keep pace with her master. Danny walked more slowly than
usual, so that Jamie would not have to go any faster than a jog. Jamie ran in
front of him, giving him a good view of her bottom as she bounced along. The
way her ass and thighs jiggled slightly was really cute, he thought. He'd felt
her legs and they were strong, so he knew that she could handle the jogging.

What surprised Danny was that Jamie wasn't complaining about being made to run,
instead of being carried. Maybe she was tired of being carried around
everywhere, and she wanted to stretch her legs.

After they had walked a couple of blocks, Danny gave the leash a small tug.
Jamie stopped in her tracks and turned her head back to see what was going on.
"Heel," he ordered. She looked at him with a perplexed expression. "When I say
'heel', it means I want you to walk beside me."

Jamie walked over to his side and knelt on the ground. "Good girl," he praised,
stroking her back. "Let's go now." As Danny started walking again, Jamie
trotted alongside him, keeping pace with his longer strides. It was too bad he
would have to give her up when Cricket comes back home, Danny thought. Jamie
was a much better learner.

They walked along in the early evening. Danny saw joggers, kids on bikes and
skateboards, older people out on walks. He saw one young girl who looked like
she was about four or five, cradling a little mini in her arms. The light was
dimming, but Danny could see that it was a little man, much smaller than Jamie.
As they passed by her, the girl gave Jamie a smile.

When they got home, Jamie gave Danny's pantleg a little tug. This was
considered the polite way for minis to get their owners' attention. "Yes
Jamie?"

"Master, when we passed by that young girl, it was almost dark. Is it safe for
her to be out at this hour?"

Danny lifted Jamie up into his arms. "Yeah, it's okay. Y'see, we don't have a
lot of the problems they have in New York, like molesters. Anyone here who
tries to do anything to a kid, zap! They get made into minis."

"Ok. but they have to have a trial, don't they?"

"Sure, but a lot of guys, they're so scared of what might happen to them if they
*do* try, they don't. Or they move to another state." He sat down on the
staircase and set Jamie across his lap again. "I'm gonna take the plug outta
you, so hold still." Danny unclipped the leash and then slid a finger inside
Jamie's vagina. She let out a small squeal. "You like that?" he asked
jokingly. By pressing from inside the vaginal wall, Danny was able to nudge the
plug out of her anus. He allowed Jamie to stand up while he went into the
downstairs bathroom to wash the plug and his hands.

For the first time in a couple of days, Jamie was not under her master's direct
supervision. Not sure of what to do, she simply stood on the step and looked
around. The step was an eight-inch drop, which to her was almost three feet.
Jamie gingerly climbed down onto the hardwood floor. The soles of her feet were
dusty, and she was concerned about tracking dirt around the house. Still, she
was curious. The living room beckoned.

Jamie crossed the hallway and entered the living room. There wasn't anyone
there, which was a relief. She wiped her feet on a dark rug and checked out the
bookshelf. The books were too big and heavy for her to handle, of course, but
she read off the titles. The ones on the bottom two shelves were more
accessable: a set of the Encyclopedia Britannica and a compact edition of the
Oxford English Dictionary. Now that she was smaller, Jamie thought that she
would have little need for the magnifying glass that came with the OED.

Stepping back, Jamie saw that the upper shelves contained hardcover fiction.
There were other bookcases, filled with engineering books and looseleaf binders.
Jamie guessed that one of Danny's parents worked at Sandia. The fact that they
were educated people made Jamie feel a little better about her situation. At
least they weren't hillbillies, she thought.

"There you are!" Jamie spun around to see an angry Danny standing in the
hallway. "Get over here!" he ordered. Jamie feared for the worst, but complied
anyway. "Don't run off like that again, you hear me?"

"I'm sorry, master," Jamie said meekly.

"Jamie, I'm still gonna give you a spanking, to make sure you mean it." He sat
back down on the stair and grabbed Jamie up. She offered no resistance as he
laid her over his knee. With an open palm, Danny delivered a sharp spank onto
Jamie's quivvering little buttocks. Jamie yelped out in pain as he continued to
smack her. In all, he gave her ten spanks. He tried to avoid hitting her too
hard, just enough for it to be painful.

When he picked her up and made her stand on his knee, Jamie was bawling. Hot
tears streamed down her face. "Jamie, I did that because you were a very bad
girl to do that. If you did that out in public, then you would get lost or
worse. Looks like I need to keep training you so you'll act like a proper
mini." One hand let go of Jamie's hip and tickled her pubic hair. "There's one
thing that needs to go."

"What does?" a voice coming from the kitchen called out.

"Oh, hi mom. I didn't know you were there." Danny carried little Jamie with
him to the kitchen. Danny's mother was sitting at the kitchen table with a
notebook computer and a stack of bills. She was tall and blonde like her kids,
and was dressed in a pair of jeans and a floral-print blouse. Seated next to
her and fiddling with her Blackberry was his sister Rita.

Danny's mother set her pen down and gave Jamie an appraising look. "So this is
the famous Jamie Ross. She *does* look cute."

"Yeah, she supposed to be some sort of lawyer in New York." Danny brought Jamie
over to his mother, who set her on the table's edge.

"And now she's a delightful little pet. A little dirty too, Daniel. Do you
plan to clean her up before bedtime?" Her Boston accent made her sound very
patrician.

"Yeah. I took her out for a walk earlier."

"Her feet need washing. I do like what she's done with her nails, though. It's
a little late now, but maybe tomorrow she can do my nails. Ever since Cricket
went away, I have had to go to that salon in town. The minis they have there
do a competent job, but they barely speak any English."

"Right, and it's hard to get them to understand what I want them to do," Rita
concurred.

"Could we borrow Jamie from you then?"

"Sure, mom. Tomorrow's Saturday and I wanted to go with Dad to the hobby shop."

Jamie felt a chill come over her, and it wasn't because it was cold. All of the
bigs in the room were speaking about her and making decisions without any input
from her. And for some reason she could not identify, she was going along with
it. My God, she thought, I really am becoming a mini!
I don't like playing with dolls,
I like to play with little woman!!

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Re: Looking for a story

Post by native89 » Thu Sep 24, 2020 12:33 am

ShrinkMaster this is the story i was looking for thanks

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Re: Looking for a story

Post by slepytyme » Sun Nov 08, 2020 3:52 pm

Always a wonderful story i seem to remember someone continued the story for another chapter. But for the life of me I can't seem to find it I. My hard drive

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