Sherry walks by your cubicle, then stops and does a double-take. She stares lustfully at your body, resting a hand on the wall of the cubicle.
"Well, hello there. I haven't see you around here before. What's your name?" asks Sherry sweetly.
You stumble over your words, trying to think of a name. Sherry begins to get suspicious, noting that you do not have an id badge.
"Who are you? And why are you sitting at this desk? It doesn't belong to you. Do you even work here? You better leave, or I will call security!" says Sherry angrily.
"Wait! This is my desk. It's me, " you say, as you tell her your name. "It's this ring. It grants wishes or something, and somehow I ended up like this."
"Bullshit!" says Sherry angrily. "Prove it."
I tell her a few details that only she and I would know. She looks at me thoughtfully.
"That sounds convincing. But how do I know he didn't just tell you that information. This could all just be some practical joke or something," she says.
"I could make a wish, " you say quickly.
She slaps a hand across my mouth, looking around to make sure no one sees us. "If it's true - and I am not saying I believe it yet- then you have already made enough foolish wishes. I have a better idea. Give me the ring, " she says with a smile.
You shrug your shoulders and hand her the ring. She certainly couldn't make things any worse. As she slips the ring on her finger, she gets a strange look on her face. Like the cat that just caught a canary.
"Are you going to wish me back to normal? " you ask.
"Later. Maybe. But first I want to try something. I wish that your body would continue to change to fit my desires, whatever they may be, until you look like my idea of the perfect lover, "she says.
You feel your body tingle, but don't notice any changes.
"What the hell was that for?" you ask.
"Oh, just a little test to see if it works. Stand up, " she says.
You sigh and comply. What other choice do you have? Sherry walks around you, examining your body.
"Hmmm. You do look very pretty, just like the girl I picked up last. But I like all kinds of women, and right now I am in the mood for a short girl. Someone who has to look up at me. Someone I can really dominate," says Sherry.
You feel yourself tingle, and the floor seems to drop below you. You are no longer at eye level with Sherry, and find yourself looking at her chin.
"Oh, it works, " she says excitedly. "You shrank. That is good, but you do better. Shrink for me. Just a little more."
You feel yourself slowly dropping down, as you continue to shrink. You find your eyes level with her shoulders. You must be just barely 5 feet tall! Sherry is so giddy with excitement.
"Oh, you look so cute. We are going to have so much fun tonight," says Sherry.
"Tonight? Forget that, change me back right now," you say angrily.
She smiles. "You're the one who wanted to have a body I liked. Didn't you want to have some fun with me? Well, this is the price. I can't do anything now. We are at work. Come home with me tonight. Well, if you want to see this again, " says Sherry, holding up the ring on her finger.
"Maybe I will, " you say glumly.
Sherry sighs. "Fine. Do it the hard way. I wish for you to come over to my house tonight, regardless of what happens or how you change, " says Sherry.
You feel a strange tingling across your body, and know you will have to go to her house now.
Sherry smiles and wiggles her fingers at you. "See you later, lover. I am going to spend all day thinking about how I can make you the perfect sex partner. I can't wait to see the result of all my hard work tonight, " says Sherry, as she walks away.
"Wait! What about how I look now? How will I explain this to everyone else?" you ask.
Sherry shrugs her shoulders. "Not my problem. All I care about is the final result. And this ring just guaranteed you would end up at my apartment tonight no matter what happens today. Till then you can hide, get caught, or strut around naked for all I care. Right now, I have bigger fish to fry. I have to get back to work."
Sherry walks away, humming happily as she leaves you alone in your cubicle.