Jim tried to back away but his dwindling body had become too tiny for his clothes which caused him to trip. As he struggled out of the clothing he found a mouse's tail had emerged from his backside. Slipping out of his massive shirt he felt his swelling breasts ripple. He placed a hand to his face and could tell a mouse's nose and whiskers had grown in. Looking back to Tresta, he was alarmed to find he stood a mere three feet high - a beautiful and stacked mouse girl.
"Jim isn't a proper name for you, is it?" Tresta inquired.
"N-no, mistress," the mouse girl answered.
"How would my pet like to be called Ruby, after my favorite gem?"
"My name is Ruby," the mouse girl answered mechnically.
From thin air, Tresta conjured a ruby-studded collar which she fastened around her familiar's neck, then leaned in and kissed Ruby's forehead. "Your civilized world has no place for witches, my Ruby. All that iron - it wounds me to feel it in the buildings around me. But iron doesn't hurt you, does it, Ruby?"
"No, mistress."
"Very good. Look around you." All of a sudden, they were back in Jim's room. "Oh, my pet. Why did you live like this?"
"I had yet to experience the majesty of your beauty," Ruby answered.
"In another age I could have spruced up this house with a single gesture. Well, you get to work cleaning it to my specifications while I prepare my mission."
Ruby slaved for the next two days without stopping once, scrubbing floors, throwing out the various machines found in the house and eliminating all of Jim's papers. When this labor was done, Tresta permitted Ruby to sleep for five hours, then presented her next assignment. "This world needs my magic to fix it, but I can do so little at this stage. You, Ruby, must go and bring me more servants.
Ruby nodded. Although her body was so tiny, she had confidence she could do whatever Tresta demanded. After all, Tresta was invincible.
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