“I’ve always loved the idea.”
“I don’t get it. What good am I that small?”
“As good as you are now. Better.”
“How could I possibly be better? My muscles would be smaller, my penis would look like a toy; I’d probably sound like a munchkin. I could’t even reach the kitchen counters… wait, you said two feet in height?”
“Oh, that’s nuts! That’s Lego size. I’d be as weak as a bug. No, I hate the idea. Hate it. I don’t want to talk about it anymore, OK? It pisses me off.”
“That’s too bad.”
“We’ve had a great time so far. I like you. I really like you. I like, like you. Why ruin it with complete honesty? We’ve only known each other for two months.”
“You’ve known this about me for years. We’ve been chatting online for years. And you still wanted to meet me, and then date me. Despite my peculiarities.”
“Yeah. You’re hot, and smart, and sexy. A bit odd, but… god, you drive me crazy.”
He kissed her again. They had been kissing for hours, the dinner she cooked forgotten on the table after he powered up her iPod, and Ella and Satchmo started singing about nearness, and wild dreams coming true. He pulled her up and into his arms, and she had just finished swallowing that last bite, when he wrapped her lips in his. Now they were on her couch, their arms a tangle, their breath catching when they had stopped to talk for a moment. But now she talked into his mouth, as she kissed him.
“Shrink… for me.”
“Stop. No, don’t stop. Just… shh. Let me touch you. I want to touch you everywhere.”
“Shrink for me.”
And they kissed, her lips now wrapping his. He didn’t notice. His brain had no blood to make thoughts happen.
“Shrink, my beautiful man.”
“Fuck- say that again…”
Her lips caressed his entire face now.
“No, not that- wait. Stop! What’s happening?!”
“Shrink… shrink… shrink, sweet little toy of mine.”
“Let me go! No!”
But she kissed him again, and again, sucking in his entire head, and letting it go when the vacuum of her mouth changed its flow on the exhale. His hair was damp, and his face was wet. Her hands had moved to his armpits, holding him as though she was holding a small child. He fought, gasped for air, tried to scream, but she kissed him again, and stole his scream away.
“Shrink for me.”
He was smaller in her hands, and she sucked his body halfway into her mouth, feeling his silken body slip out of it when she released him like a baby being born. His body was limp, but his eyes were rolling in his head, his mouth the tiniest o, as he tried to scream again. He now fit in the palm of her hand.
“My love, you are so very tiny; so small, so perfect. Let me show you how perfect you are.”
After a while, he wasn’t so limp anymore.