You hold the small Vanessa tightly, her smaller breasts pushing against your stomach, rather than upper chest. This does feel nice to you, but you tell her over and over that night that you love her just "as she is"-- whatever that may be. She gets sick of the sincerity of that quickly, joking with you about more and more the more you say it.
"What if I was half this height?"
"Sure, babe."
"Good thing, cause I'm shrinking!!" she jokes, crouching on the floor.
You lay down on the floor for a long make-out session, both of you pass out.
You wake up the next morning...