Andre locks his door and places you on his desk. "Wait here a second," he says and walks over to his closet. He get some things out of the closet, then sits down. You can't see what he's doing, but you wait patiently or him. You wonder if this is how you're going to be for the rest of your life. You could be the victim of some king of freak chemical accident that caused you to shrink. You would be all over the news. Scientists from around the world would come to study you. Is this really happening? It must be a dream.
"Finished!" Andre says as he comes over to you with a shoebox in hand. He places the box next to you on the desk. You observe it. He has cut holes in the box so you can get in and out. The bottom of the box is padded with a small blanket. He even put in a clean sock for you to use as a sleeping bag.
"This is just a temporary home until I can come up with something better," He says, "Don't worry. I haven't used the sock."
"It's fine. I love it!" You truly are grateful for what Andre has done for you. He has been so kind to you. You might even be developing a little crush one him. You'd never considered yourself gay, even though the only people you fall for are guys. In high school you dated a few girls, but nothing serious. You put your feelings aside, sure that Andre couldn't feel the same way.
"Well It's getting pretty late, little buddy. I'm going to get ready for bed," He says. You stare up at your giant protector as he strips off his shirt. Andre meets your stare, and you quickly look away. You are embarrassed that you were gawking at Andre's shirtless body. When you turn around, Andre has put on some pajamas. "Goodnight." He says, and turns the light off.
You get into your sock sleeping bag and go to sleep thinking of Andre and how much you enjoy being around him. The joy that you get from his company is even outweighing the fact that you've randomly shrunk down. You think about seeing him shirtless and the short amount of time that you were in his underwear pressed up against his butt. No matter what you do, you can't rid these thoughts from your head.
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