You walked into the tobacco shop, hoping Vanessa was working. The idea of shrinking and being caught by her was exhilarating to you. Unfortunately, Frank was behind the counter. However he usually never worked evenings, so you hoped Vanessa would be there soon.
“Hey man, looking for Vanessa?”
You thought maybe Frank was Persian. He was short, maybe 5’5”, but really large. He had to weigh at least 350 pounds. He had a large round black beard you always found impressive, as you couldn’t even muster up a mustache.
“She’ll be here in around an hour. Hey man, you smoke?”
“Uh cool, and no…”
“Shame, I gotta try like ten different brands of Turkish cigarette to see what to stock, was gonna offer you some freebies.”
“Oh, uh, thanks, but I don’t.”
“No problem. You need help with anything or just gonna wait on Vanessa?”
You thought for a second. Maybe Frank could weigh in on whether or not he thought Vanessa would be impressed by your new found powers.
“Uh, I’ll wait. So, Frank…”
“Lemme guess, do I think you have a shot at Vanessa? She certainly flirts it up with you. She’s what, like four or five years older than you? Women expect commitment man. You’re young. You better be ready to give her that.”
“Uh yeah, for sure. No, for sure. But there was something I wanted to show her I was hoping she’d think was cool. Can I show you and you tell me what you think?”
Frank slipped one of the Turkish cigarettes between his bearded lips and lit it, and exhaled into the air.
“Pretty smooth… and yeah man, let’s see it.”
You walked around the corner and hopped up on the counter, and before Frank could say anything you shrank yourself to around an inch tall.
“Holy shi… what the fu… dude, you’re an inch tall! How the fuck did you do that?”
“Long story, do you think she’ll think it’s cool?”
“I mean, it’s cool as fuck. But women are weird…”
Frank took a long drag off of his cigarette and exhaled down on you. You coughed and swatted at the smoke.
“Too strong?” He asked.
“Uh, that was pretty strong.”
Frank crushed the cigarette out and grabbed a different brand. He lit it, took a long drag, and exhaled on you again.
“Oh that one is nice, what do you think?”
“Uh, it was better than the last one…”
“How would you like a job? I think you could offer a unique perspective on these cigs, and it’s kind of fun blowing smoke on you…”
You’d always hated smoking, and had only started to tolerate it after you met Vanessa. She smoked, but it kinda reminded you of golden age actresses, and it was, well, sexy. So maybe helping Frank would help you get more comfortable around smoking.
“Okay, sure.”
“Awesome. I gotta get a few things stocked before Vanessa gets here.”
Frank reached down for you. You thought about running, but what fun would that be? Frank easily plucked you up and stuffed you into his thick beard, and then went to stocking shelves.
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