HOME | DD

Description
A while ago a good friend of mine took a trip overseas, and went missing in the middle of it. The local authorities seemed like they wanted nothing to do with investigating the disappearance, and the embassy didn't seem to be pushing the matter. After months of worrying I finally too matters into my own hands with a gofundme page, that I used to buy a plane ticket and hire a local private investigator. After weeks of retracing his steps we figured out the only risky thing he had apparently done was have a fling with a local woman, someone with a past. Apparently she was a former sikorane-vali, a shrunken man trafficker, but all evidence said she had retired a few years prior. The P.I. warned me not to meet her in person, given that kind of past, but I needed answers. We set up a meeting at a western-style fast food restaurant.

It was the most nervous I had ever been. There's no armor that can stop a shrink-ray beam. What was she going to do to me, and when was she going to do it? She greeted me like I was an old friend, and talked about how much she had heard about me. She talked about my friend with such fondness it almost sounded hard to believe she had shrunk him and sold him, or crushed him, or whatever. Trying to hide my nervousness, I ordered an extra-big meal, hoping she wouldn't be hungry enough to have me for dessert.

The more we talked, though, the more I relaxed. I could see why she had clicked so well with my friend. And now with me, to be honest. It got harder and harder to imagine that she had backstabbed my friend with a shrinking machine, though she hadn't said one way or another in the whole conversation, until after dinner when I asked her about it bluntly. Then, with a smile, she told me what I had been looking to learn, and showed me her 'little secret'.

I had thought when I bought that plane ticket that I was ready for anything, but in truth nothing could have prepared me to end up here, and face this choice.

***

"You’re right, jii.

When handheld shrinkers first came out I ran to buy one. I was like a kid with a new toy, shrinking men, getting tired of them, and then selling the off to lonely widows. But I’m past that now.

Now, I know what I like.

You see, I think of shrinking as a commitment. I won’t unshrink a man, but I won’t sell him or hurt him either. I keep him, forever, because now I know what I like. And it’s no prison. I only have a couple men now, and I know how to keep them very happy.

Would you like to ask your friend? He's been here this whole time. I'm sure he's heard the entire conversation. Let me show you where I’ve been keeping him. Yes, right down here. He loves it, you know. You can ask him yourself if you don’t believe me!

Now I have a proposal for you. You can choose to decline if you want. Turn around and leave. I won’t stop you. But if you don’t leave, I think I could make you very happy, too. You see, I like you. And like I said, I know what I like.

Are you interested?"

Description
A while ago a good friend of mine took a trip overseas, and went missing in the middle of it. The local authorities seemed like they wanted nothing to do with investigating the disappearance, and the embassy didn't seem to be pushing the matter. After months of worrying I finally too matters into my own hands with a gofundme page, that I used to buy a plane ticket and hire a local private investigator. After weeks of retracing his steps we figured out the only risky thing he had apparently done was have a fling with a local woman, someone with a past. Apparently she was a former sikorane-vali, a shrunken man trafficker, but all evidence said she had retired a few years prior. The P.I. warned me not to meet her in person, given that kind of past, but I needed answers. We set up a meeting at a western-style fast food restaurant.

It was the most nervous I had ever been. There's no armor that can stop a shrink-ray beam. What was she going to do to me, and when was she going to do it? She greeted me like I was an old friend, and talked about how much she had heard about me. She talked about my friend with such fondness it almost sounded hard to believe she had shrunk him and sold him, or crushed him, or whatever. Trying to hide my nervousness, I ordered an extra-big meal, hoping she wouldn't be hungry enough to have me for dessert.

The more we talked, though, the more I relaxed. I could see why she had clicked so well with my friend. And now with me, to be honest. It got harder and harder to imagine that she had backstabbed my friend with a shrinking machine, though she hadn't said one way or another in the whole conversation, until after dinner when I asked her about it bluntly. Then, with a smile, she told me what I had been looking to learn, and showed me her 'little secret'.

I had thought when I bought that plane ticket that I was ready for anything, but in truth nothing could have prepared me to end up here, and face this choice.

***

"You’re right, jii.

When handheld shrinkers first came out I ran to buy one. I was like a kid with a new toy, shrinking men, getting tired of them, and then selling the off to lonely widows. But I’m past that now.

Now, I know what I like.

You see, I think of shrinking as a commitment. I won’t unshrink a man, but I won’t sell him or hurt him either. I keep him, forever, because now I know what I like. And it’s no prison. I only have a couple men now, and I know how to keep them very happy.

Would you like to ask your friend? He's been here this whole time. I'm sure he's heard the entire conversation. Let me show you where I’ve been keeping him. Yes, right down here. He loves it, you know. You can ask him yourself if you don’t believe me!

Now I have a proposal for you. You can choose to decline if you want. Turn around and leave. I won’t stop you. But if you don’t leave, I think I could make you very happy, too. You see, I like you. And like I said, I know what I like.

Are you interested?"