Mitch looked down at the glass standing at his knees. It's contents filled his nose. He found, to his displeasure, that the smell was more pungent because there was so much of it. There was so much of it for him, anyway. At this point Mitch has become rather...short. Rae was about to force him to choose when the door chime came.
"Well, Well, looks like the choice isn't your's anyway." She said. Mitch looked up in horror. "No," he said, as she picked him up, "Rae, please....don't...." She reached down, the index finger on her right hand coming to his lips. The long finger reached from his little chin all the way to his brow. "No Mitch, don't embarrase me in front of my friends." She patted his but in a very humiliating way. "Good boys don't have to shrink, but bad boys...well..." She let that hang there as she sat him down by the couch. Mitch saw he was about as tall as the love seat. Having helped move it into the house, he finally could guess how short he had become. "About three feet, seven inches." He thought. More or less.
"Well Hello down there..." a voice from above said.
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