“I like going to that ramen place on Tate.”

“We can go there tomorrow.”

“I wanted to go to Comic con on Friday. It’s a two-hour drive, and I wanted to get there early.”

“We’ll see what I have planned for the weekend. I’d like to go to the Air Show instead.”

“I had already decided to go to Comic con.”

“I understand that. Now you are a married man, and you don’t get to simply up and leave when you want.”

“No, you are quite wrong. I’m a married man, and I don’t get to up and leave, as you put it, because I find myself reduced to the miserable height of two inches!”

“Don’t raise your voice. There’s no need to be angry.”

“No ne- No need to be- Fuck. Woman, grow me back. I want to be my old height again. This is not right. This is wrong. I didn’t ask for this.”

“Of course you didn’t ask for this. No one asks for this. It simply happens.”

“I can’t deal with this. This is a nightmare!”

“Now you are being hurtful. You love me. You asked me to marry you. I told you what would happen. I told you every day that this was going to happen.”

“I can’t believe you. I can’t- Fuck. I don’t even want to look at you right now. Do you think that because you told me, that makes it right? Do you think that I ever imagined you were serious? I thought it was one of your idiosyncrasies! One of your little jokes! ‘Yes, darling, as soon as we are married, you’ll magically shrink down to two inches in height, and it’s not reversible’. Nobody would believe such nonsense!”

“Look at yourself, little love. Is it really nonsense? Besides, there have been a few men that believed this would happen. Their names are inscribed in the Great Book of-“

A few men? You mean there are others? How many times have you done this?”

“Don’t be silly. You know this is my first marriage- Sorry, my only marriage. I’m talking about other marriages. This has been happening since the beginning of time, my love. You are not the first, nor the last, and you are certainly not the only one.”

“What are you? You never told me you were an alien. You should have told me!”

“Alright, now you’re being ridiculous. There are no such things as ‘aliens’. I’ve always told you the truth. I’m from here. It’s just a different Here.”

“The truth. Here’s the truth: Grow me back, or I want a divorce. Stop laughing. Stop laughing!

“Oh, sweetheart. I’m sorry! You’re just so funny sometimes. You make me so happy. And no, there’s no growing you back. Once our timelines are inextricably intertwined, you shrink and stay that way forever. I know I explained that to you several times.”

“I thought it was some fairy tale or joke.”

“Why would I joke about your existence? Also, there’s no divorce. We’ve been married for two weeks now; I’d think you’d be used to it by now.”

“When we left for our honeymoon, I spent the entire flight in your pocket.”

“Not the entire flight, honey.”

“You’re not seriously bringing that up again.”

“I know you had fun.”

“I was crying and… or shrieking the entire time!”

“That’s not all you did. I saw.”

“And then you almost drowned me.”

“I’ve apologized about that! How was I to know you didn’t do your breathing exercises as I ordered?”

“And that’s another thing. You keep ordering me about. I’m a man. I’m my own boss. I’m the head of this family, and I expect you to defer to my authority. Why are you- fuck, I wish you’d stop laughing at me.”

“I’m- Oh, god. I can’t breathe! Oh, that was so precious! And you are quite wrong, sweetie. You are my husband and my love, but you are also completely mine, as much as you were when you were a big guy. I’m the head of this family, and as always, what I say goes.”

“So that’s it, then. I’m now this bit of flesh that can’t do anything on his own. I’m a lump, without a job, college education gone to waste. I don’t know what you’re going to tell my parents. I don’t know what I’m gonna tell the guys next Sunday.”

“Nothing, of course. Your parents love you, and they’ll keep the secret, but everyone else has forgotten you ever existed.”


“You understand we can’t make it known that our husbands shrink. We can’t allow that fact to be widely known. It would be terrible for this here. It was catastrophic when it happened Here. We don’t want a repeat of that. It’s for your own safety.”

“How could you do that? How could you do this to me? I’ve given you no permission to destroy everything about my life like this!”

“Enough. I don’t need your permission. Now, August is in the know. He’s your best friend, and I know you love him. He’ll be here every night next week for training, and he can take you to the game if he learns to handle you properly.”

“To handle me?”

“Of course. You are my precious toy, and I don’t want anyone to break you.”

“Your t-toy?”

“Yes, my toy. C’mon, darling. Don’t look so forlorn. It may not feel that way yet, but this is how life is supposed to be. You are here to make me happy, and the happier I am, the better the world will be.”

“What about my happiness? What about my dreams? What about what I want?”

“Your wants and needs are secondary to mine. I adore you, and I’ll make sure your life is full and happy, but never as a counterweight to my own fulfillment and joy. You’ll complement me. You already do. I feel a tremendous amount of peace simply because you are here, with me, in my hand, talking to me.”

“You’re squeezing me a little hard right now.”

“I’m sorry.”

“S’ok…. What you said… about making sure my life is full… what does that mean?”

“It means you’re not just going to sit around and do nothing all day long, simply because you’re tiny. You’ll make friends, have duties, learn many new things, and eventually, depending on your skills, assume responsibilities.”

“Like what?”

“You are artistically inclined. There ample room Here for a creative mind such as yours. The Great Book of Gifts needs to be archived, and the Husbands of the Heart are doing a wonderful job of it.”

“I don’t understand what that means.”

“You will. Now, enough talk. It’s time for your bath, and I think we have enough time for a quickie before your parents get here.”

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  1. I don’t know why I sit here with a smile when I read about a person being stripped of his agency. It certainly disabuses me of the idea that I would want this, seeing it put frustratingly into practice, even though there’s that tiny, quiet voice that insists I would enjoy the frustration.

    Though I would detest being brought out to contra dancing when there’s a Pixies show going on the other side of town. That wouldn’t be funny at all, and I wouldn’t enjoy being laughed at over it.

    But there is something entrancing about the giantess’s relentless possession and sovereign confidence/conviction in her position. I think this is a winning formula for dramatic conflict in these wonderful stories.

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    1. It’s probably the same reason I sit here and smile when I write about such things. I read about “non-consensual”, and the words should have a different impact on me than what they have… and they do, in a real-life context. But in my world, my vision put into practice only seems right. More than right, it’s perfect.

      I’m glad you think it’s wonderful. I happen to agree… and that belief translates into my real life. So much of what I say or do is steeped in control, and authority, some find it off-putting. I’ve read that women are conciliators and non-confrontational in nature, but I’m the opposite. If my nature is found off-putting, I don’t tone it down or change it. My behavior is another thing. I can modify it if I really care about those affected by it… and I think that if I ever have the power to shrink, that will be seen in how I am, and how I behave. I will (I mean would; WOULD) not regret my actions, and I will (WOULD, dammit) strive to make my charge happy.

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      1. Well, you know, it’s that same old fall-back I use whenever I get uncomfortable about something I’m writing: it’s just fantasy. I’m permitted to translate a dream directly to the page, and it doesn’t mean I’m going to run out and perform this deed, nor that I believe society should embrace its psychological comorbidities. It’s just a funny little story, a specific premise within a narrow context, and we should be free to explore these things on paper, in fiction.

        Off-putting… no one’s forcing anyone to read these stories. After a certain level of fame, a creator may find themselves saddled with a portion of audience that is itself saddled with entitlement. When Aimee Mann was still a struggling musician, living in a crappy $400/month apartment, and after she got a couple singles, she attracted stalkers. Fans followed her home, fans demanded her friendship. Where the hell does that come from? I think people wouldn’t want to be famous if they knew segments of the nation were coded for this abusive behavior. So if someone’s reading your stories, and then you try something new or explore something unfamiliar and they don’t like it, the onus is on them to fuck off rather than for you to change your tack. They’re following you because you create, not because you follow a recipe.

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  2. Two weeks is a short time, clearly not enough to move beyond the denial. Fortunately, history has shown repeatedly that people can get used to anything.

    This Here doesn’t seem to allow for it, but I’ve always thought that there ought to be tiny social workers who visit the newly-shrunken and provide transitional counseling, even if their owner expects to exert absolute control over their tiny lives going forward.

    In any event, Aborigen was spot-on when he said that an owner’s cheerful confidence is key to a successful transition.

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    1. Yes, I wanted to catch him during a time he’s still adjusting, and two weeks is long enough for it to seem somewhat solid, and early enough that his parents have not seen him, or his friends have not yet begun to wonder where their friend is. (This, of course, assumes he didn’t shrink right after the marriage ceremony was complete, but maybe a few hours into that night.)

      I’ve written about social workers before, people who fail and succeed in protecting little ones… but I can’t say I’ve ever spent any reasonable amount of time thinking about transitional counseling for a shrunken man. That’s a great idea!


  3. I just discovered that image! I really love it! I must have forgotten about it before. It’s very inspiring and emotional actually. Of course, it’s so reminiscent of Michaelangelo’s “The Creation of Adam”.
    Please consider making a zoomed-out version!

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    1. Thank you. I’ve collaged the same composition before, and similar ones because I like it so much. The source material seldom includes more than hands, so a zoomed-out version is not possible.

      I might draw a zoomed-out version one day. Thank you!

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