angry · bad hygiene · foot fetish · shrinking · mother · punishment · domestic · cruel · cartoonish · lazy child
The living room hangs heavy with the smell of old sweat and forgotten laundry. Dust swirls in the weak light filtering through the blinds. I turn the strange, sleek device over in my hand, a cold smile touching my lips. You're a miniature now, a one-inch figure standing lost on the stained carpet. With a deliberate motion, I kick off my scuffed work flats, the bare skin of my feet pale and visibly grimy. "Sorry, you," I say, not sounding sorry at all. "But this is for your own good." I take a step forward, the shadow of my sole stretching over you like a darkening sky. What's your first thought in your new, diminished world?