Lance ran around his office looking up at all the giant furnishings. The fluorescent ceiling lamp glared high overhead. He was having a great time until his foot slipped into a snare created by a loose carpet thread and he went summersaulting across the carpet, and ended up with his legs sticking up flat against the side of his steel file cabinet. As he got up he rubbed his now bright red bum. He wasn't sure if it was carpet burn or from the impact on the steel cabinet. He decided he needed some clothing, and he knew he had purchased some clothing at the toy store it was in the second drawer of his desk. He walked back over to his desk, and looked up at the drawer. The handle was at the top of the drawer, putting it just out of reach. He looked at his desk chair, and took a dash toward it, and jumped. His arms struggled to hold to the stick leather, but he slid off. He noticed the lamp cord hanging off the side of the desk, and decided to try climbing. He got almost to the top, but slipped, and got a nasty rope burn on his inner thigh. He decided to try the telephone line this time, and worked like a mountain climber with his bare feet on the side of the desk ,as he pulled himself upward along the cord. This time he made it. He strolled over to his computer, thinking it would be easier, if he made himself temporarily bigger to get at the drawer, which he remembered he had locked earlier. What would people think if they saw doll clothing in his drawer, so he had locked it.
He walked over to the keyboard, and frowned. He was going to get quite a workout stretching to hit all the keys. It was even more of a workout than he expected. Every time he hit a letter, two letters appeared, and he had to backspace, and sometimes the letters were from other parts of the keyboard. He silently cursed Justin, that diagnostic had made things worse. He worked up quite a sweat typing and running to move the mouse before Lance was logged in and had the Chronivac program opened.
Justin grinned, as we watched tiny naked Attila running back and forth in front of the keyboard. The moment Lance had hit the keyboard, the master computer that Justin had set up, lit up at his IT station. He could see Lance through Lance's own web cam, and had a duplicate desktop in another window on his big screen. He kept hitting keys to screw up Lance's attempt to log in. He was surprised that Lance was in such good shape. He hadn't thought of his boss as hot before, but he couldn't help but think.
Lance went to edit his size, now that the Chronivac program was open on his desktop, but was stymied when found that the program was now password protected. He tried entering his log-in password for the computer, but it didn't work. He tried a half dozen passwords he might have used or might have been the default including "PASSWORD" and "PASSWORD1". Finally, he sat down in frustration. He tried clicking on the forgotten password link, and checking his email. No email from Chronivac. He checked spam. He tried his alternate emails. He couldn't adjust his size. He sat down cross legged with a plop on his desk, in front of his computer, as he tried to think of a solution.
Justin thought that perhaps Lance had already used the Chronivac to tweak his body. It was easy enough to check.
Lance was staring up at the screen, when suddenly the Chronivac program opened. Maybe the delay was an internet glitch? He leapt to his feet to run to the keyboard. But he froze as he watch the cursor move independently, and open his subject profile to review its history.