Jim strained to make out Sharon's much higher-pitched voice. "No," he said, frowning, "This isn't a test. Why would you ask that?" He leaned in closer to hear her response:
"Well, uhm, I'm 7 inches tall and inside a giant dollhouse, with no clothes on. Now my first instinct is that I'm either on some really great drugs, or dreaming. Then I remember I'm dating you, so my next instinct is that I'm part of some crackpot experiment you've cooked up to see what happens when an adult woman tries to solve a rat maze or... whatever." she ranted, then crossed her arms expectantly.
Jim wilted a bit. "Oh, geez, no, Sharon. I just made you that perfume for your birthday, and it had some... well, weird side effects. And when you started shrinking you just looked so beautiful, like this tiny, delicate doll, but they don't make dolls that pretty, or amazing, in reality, and I just... I dunno... I guess this dollhouse just seemed an appropriate place to put you until I thought of how to reverse this."
Sharon softened considerably. "Oh. Well, that's very sweet Jim. In a weird way. Now... how long will it take you to get me back to my actual size?"
"Well," Jim began hesitantly, "This was a total accident. I don't know how I caused this effect. I couldn't have done this good if I tried. I mean, I can reverse-engineer the perfume, but it will take some trial and error, so..." he trailed off nervously.
"So I better get used to living in a dollhouse for an indefinite period." She sighed. "That's... that's great Jim. Thanks. Awesome birthday present. So in the meantime, I suppose you'll be responsible for my care and feeding, like some... freaky little girl-pet?"
Jim brightened considerably at that thought. It was both kinky and adorable at the same time. Sharon did not, and sighed huffily, turning her back to him.
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