"I gotta admit this tastes good," you say, sipping it twice before putting the glass down.
Then you feel weird. You start to lose your balance and your consciousness.
You come to a few minutes later, looking at Shyanne's face -- which now seems as big as a billboard!
"Hello, little fellow," she says, placing a giant hand under you and gingerly picking your naked body up. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you."
"So I really...did shrink?"
She smiles as she holds you up to her face.
"I'd say you are about seven inches high or so. Very cute."
You look around at your suddenly enlarged world, clutching your private parts out of modesty.
"I can't live like this."
"Sure you can. I'll protect you," she said. "In fact, let me take you home and give you some doll clothes."
She carries you next door and into her room, where she pulls out some doll clothes from a box.
"This sailor outfit will look great on you."
"What am I, the Cracker Jack mascot?"
"You're so funny when you're small."
She giggles, placing the outfit on you despite your protests.
"So I guess you have a dollhouse for me to live in, eh?"
She shakes her head.
"Got rid of that long ago. Anyway, that would be too out in the open. I've got a better place for you. Think you'll like it, too."
She pulls out another drawer and you notice it is about a foot deep.
"This is where I keep my lingerie...bras and panties at one end, pantyhose on the other." She carefully places you on top of a pair of sheer hose. "You'll love it here, surrounded by massive femininity."
"Yeah, right," you reply. "What am I going to do when you close the drawer?"
"Glad you brought that up," she replies, leaving for a few seconds and returning with a tiny flashlight that to your scale seems half as long as you are. "Just flick this switch on and you'll have light."
"Whatever you say."
"You get to use it now," she says. "I'm going to bed."
With that, she closes the drawer.
You stretch out on a pair of pantyhose, noticing an unopened pair beside you. The blonde, hose-clad model on the package is about your size, maybe a trifle bigger. You kiss her on the face, wishing she could be real to give you someone to talk to. It is going to get mighty lonely.