As you rest against the cloth of your girlfriend's uniform pocket, you appreciate the cushion provided by her right breast. Yet as she continues marching through the parade, you begin to get suspicious about the coincidences. The coincidence that you were to meet her at the airport. The coincidence that you shrank at the airport. The coincidence that you blacked out and woke up in her country. The coincidence that she picked you up off the street without showing shock. Too many coincidences.
Natalya marched with a smile after picking up her boyfriend without a hitch. Her mother's best friend, an accomplished general and military scientist, had devised shrinking and teleportation technology for her nation's military. That best friend had used her connections to become Natalya's commanding officer. It had all worked out so well.
Natalya's commander had told her that all the tests needed were done. Still she was toying with the idea of keeping Tim for herself in case she wanted to run more tests. If not, then Natalya would be allowed to keep Tim as a pocket pet, provided she pass to her commander notes on how the test subject was adjusting to his new situation.
Later that night, when the parade had ended, Natalya unbuttoned her right uniform breast pocket and fished Tim out of it.
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