The train ride into the city was long, and Anna had plenty of time to think about Michelle's odd little long-form roleplay. The scenery in this part of the country was dull, all grey brick and suburban decay. As so often happened lately, she pulled out her phone to re-read the same conversation, to try to make sense of it. Revisiting it gave her a giddy little thrill. Michelle was just an endless treasure trove of weird lately. Anna decided this time to go all the way back to the beginning. It took her nearly ten minutes of scrolling. The timestamp was from almost a year ago.
Fri, June 21, 5:42pm
Michelle: Hey, so hypothetically. If I told you magic was real and I was learning to do it, would you think I was crazy?
Anna: I would think you were 200% crazy. I would think you were two DIFFERENT crazy people at once.
Michelle: OK
Wed, June 26, 12:17pm
Michelle: It is, though.
What followed was an image of a green-haired Michelle, with a gaudy blue aura around her head. She was holding a disgusting little amphibian, and was actually KISSING.
Michelle: I made dis frog 🤣
Anna: Been getting into Photoshop huh?
Radio silence for a few days. Then....
Anna grimaced. The next bit was her ugly breakup with Thomas, the long conversations she’d had with Michelle in the aftermath. She flicked her thumb for a while, making it go away.
Michelle: Want me to turn him into a goose?
Anna: No lol why a goose? They're MEAN and have too many teeth.
Michelle: Ya but everyone hates them.
More Photoshopped pictures. Michelle with body-builder muscles. Michelle with oddly metallic skin. Michelle doing duck-face with breasts easily as big as her head (Anna had saved THAT one.) She'd never known her old roommate to be any good at digital art, but these edits were pretty good. Except, in some of them, there was a weird green blur in the background. Some kind of editing artifact, she supposed. Then....
Tues, Jan 7, 3:19pm
Michelle: I DID IT! I DID IT!
A selfie of Michelle, winking at the lens like an anime character. She was sweat-stained and covered in soot, and was holding a small vial filled with what looked like green maple syrup.
Michelle: This is TOTALLY for real SHRINKING potion! 🔲🔲🔲 says I did a great job!
Michelle: Just imagine me SHORTER than you. 🤤 Like, a LOT shorter.
Anna: You know, if you want to fuck that bad, you can ASK. No need for all the make-believe.
Thurs, Jan 23, 5:02pm
Anna: Didn't mean to scare you off.
Sat, Jan 25, 8:00am
Michelle: You didn't
By now Anna was in her hotel, hanging half off the edge of the bed, her bare feet kicking anxiously in the air as she read. This section always made her feel a little guilty..
Anna: OK
Anna: You know how I feel about it.
Michelle: Not really
Michelle: We never talked
Michelle: We tried. You got mad at me.
Anna: You LAUGHED though. Sorry. That's always going to piss me off.
Sat, 12:16pm
Michelle: Sorry.
Michelle: I won't last next time.
Michelle: *laugh
Michelle: If there is a next time.
Michelle: If you could have me at any height, what height would you want?
Michelle: How tall was that one girl? Bitsy?
Anna: Betty. I don't know.
Betty was 4'11". Anna had met her in the stadium that day, back when she and Michelle were roommates. Was it the title game? She couldn't remember. The crowd was big though. The girl was shy and submissive, sitting in the row behind Anna, her t-shirt a full size too big. In her pumps, Anna was over a foot taller. A flirty apology for blocking her view, a few kind words – that was all it took. Of COURSE Betty wanted to be her date to the after-party.
Was it her intention to make Michelle jealous? At the time she didn’t think so, even if she was aware it would detract a LITTLE from their star player’s victory celebration.
Oh, well. Maybe it WAS kind of a dick move….
Sat, 2:19pm
Michelle: OK. Well Yuan was 6'7". I DID ask.
Anna: You're such a size-slut.
Michelle: Yeah....
Anna: How did you always seem to end up with the tallest girl on the other team?? Please sensei, teach me your secrets!
Anna could recall how it felt, when she watched her roommate walk into the party. The party THEY had planned together. With that GIANTESS on her arm – the one famous for being among the tallest in the league. How the night was instantly ruined. That little smirk on Michelle's face when their eyes met from across the room.
Sat, 4:03pm
Anna: If you were smaller tho? If I got to choose? Maybe not as small as Betty. She was too fragile.
Michelle: Yeah....
Everyone at the party had heard HOW fragile, that night. After Betty and Yuan had not-so subtly snuck off together. Michelle had rushed to turn the music up loud, to drown out the tiny girl's screams. Later, upon emerging all ruffled and wide-eyed, two dozen people had given the mis-matched couple a round of applause. Yuan had bowed. Betty caught a cab.
The laughter happened later. When the house was empty and trashed. Michelle and Anna, in a cramped little bed together. They’d moved there from the couch. Was that ten minutes ago? An hour? It was a pleasant, pink-colored blur. Michelle had lifted from on top of her smaller roommate, was stripping. Anna made an idle comment. Something about this violating her rule about sleeping with people taller than her. Michelle smirked, and made an ill-advised joke. Something about not usually settling for tiny girls. Anna, 5'9" and particularly sensitive to slights of her stature, had stormed off to fetch her biggest, tallest pair of heels. They hadn't come close to evening the gap.
They both knew the laugh was a mistake. Michelle had bitten it back almost at once. The night was over. It was the last time they’d ever fooled around.
Mon, Jan 27, 10:58am
Anna: 5' would be a good height for you.
Michelle: Yeah....
Anna was in a cab now. The auburn-haired beauty paused in re-reading the exchange, using her camera to check her makeup. It was perfect, she knew. She just wanted to see again. She dropped the angle, making sure the dress was displaying her assets properly. It was dangerous to go without a bra, but if the night were headed where she hoped, probably worth the risk.
There were long exchanges about what it would be like, to have Michelle at that height. Exactly what Anna would DO with her. Anna's statements tended to start with 'If.' Michelle's, with 'when.' The first few bits were cute - helping the smaller girl shop for new dresses to accentuate her tiny stature. How to pick out elegant and refined solutions for making sure she could always reach the top shelf. Michelle remarking how many more steps she was sure to take in a day, how nice it would be to have someone to rub her tired little feet. That had turned into their first true roleplay. With time, things had become more...explicit. Well, who could blame her, Anna thought. She’d been single for MONTHS now.
Anna scrolled down, and DOWN, welcoming the feeling of heat in her chest, the faint tightening in her throat that always came with revisiting these sessions. Abruptly she hit bottom. Anna sighed happily to herself, and started to type.
Anna: You small yet?
The reply came back at once.
Michelle: Just started. It’s REALLY nice.
Anna: I’m almost there.
Her car pulled up in front of Michelle’s building. Anna’s lips curled as she felt herself slip effortlessly into the proper domme headspace for tonight. Her black evening dress fluttered behind her. It was sheer down the back and bare at the legs. VERY expensive, but well worth it tonight, to feel like a sex-witch. The shoes didn’t hurt THAT effect either. Platforms, with thin, dangerously sharp heels. It turned out if you wanted them REALLY tall, leather shops were your friend. They increased her already impressive height by fully eight inches. They required a bit of practice before she felt confident going outside in them, but DAMN. The way people on the street looked at her, three parts terror, two parts desire. The way they got out of her way, and STAYED out. She felt like a goddamn goddess in these shoes.
Hopefully Michelle was in a supplicating sort of mood.
It seemed so. The way Michelle opened the door – timid and slow, as if she expected there was a monster behind it. At the moment, Anna was feeling QUITE monstrous. “Hey cutie.” She spent a moment appreciating the two inch height advantage her heels gave her. It was the first time she had ever found herself looking DOWN at her Amazonian friend.
“Hey yourself,” Michelle replied, stepping back to let Anna enter the apartment. They looked each other up and down. “You look…really nice.”
“So do you. I always liked the ‘good girl’ aesthetic on you. Nice pleats on that skirt by the way. School uniform surplus?”
“No.” Michelle crossed her arms defensively over her chest. “I checked. They didn’t have anything in my size. It’s cut down from a kilt, if you really want to know. Did it myself, special for tonight.” She spun in her flats, allowing the garment to flutter prettily.
“I’LL say it’s cut down.” Anna caught her friend by the hand, stopping her mid-twirl. Their eyes met. “Hey.”
They kissed, coming together as if whatever fundamental force had kept them apart for so long had finally collapsed. Anna pressed down, emphasizing her superior height, and Michelle gave a soft little whimper from the back of her throat. She dipped lower, apparently bending her knees to emphasize the effect of being smaller. It was smooth, practiced. Anna grinned. Michelle had clearly put thought into this. Oh, tonight was going to be FUN.
She let the kiss go on for perhaps a dozen seconds, until her ‘shorter’ friend was getting handsy, on the verge of taking things too far. Too far for so early in the evening, at least.
“What about the fitted shirt?” Anna asked, pulling out her phone to check her makeup. It was ColorStay, made for this sort of activity. Still perfect. “Did you make that yourself too? It looks a little loose on you.”
Michelle laughed nervously. “It was custom.”
“CUSTOM? But then…oh.” Anna raised one eyebrow. Michelle hid her face. Of course. All part of the roleplay. Her friend had gone so far as to get a custom top specifically to be just a LITTLE too large. Impressive. Those things weren’t cheap.
Arm-in-arm they walked down to the street, Michelle bubbly, handbag swinging, Anna more demure. She opened the cab door for her date, all slow burn and chivalry. The driver glanced at the two of them without interest. His phone already displayed their route. He spoke quietly into a headset, too low to understand.
“So,” Anna said conversationally. “You’re shrinking.”
Michelle nodded, beaming.
“And you’re going to get how small?”
“Five feet tall, just like you asked. Eve helped me measure the potency – I was very precise.”
Anna cocked her head. “Who’s Eve?”
“My um, gosh.” She laughed self-consciously. “Not my boss. I guess the right word is ‘mistress,’ huh? But I’m SURE I texted you about her.”
“Doesn’t ring a bell.” She settled in, slipping her arm around Michelle, tilting her head so she could press her lips softly against the rim of her ear. “You know, we’ve been talking about this for months,” she purred. “But I’ve never asked. Why is this such a turn-on for you?”
Michelle shifted uncomfortably in her seat, but didn’t pull away. She took a deep, shuddering breath. “It wasn’t. I mean, not at first. You kind of MADE it that way though. With all those texts. At first I just wanted to be able to date more easily. You know how hard it is to find people TALLER than me. And most of them are assholes.”
Anna nodded, her nose brushing against Michelle’s neck. “You stayed with Tyler for almost a year, and as far as I could tell his ONLY redeeming quality was that he was the tallest guy on the basketball team.”
“His cock was okay too.” Michelle gave a shaking little exhale as if remembering.
Anna squeezed her leg. “Ooo SOMEONE’S getting all stirred up.”
Her friend nodded emphatically.
“Well,” Anna breathed. “It’s infectious. Maybe we’re both just thirsty. I haven’t been with anyone since Thomas, and honestly, he was a little lack-luster even at the best of times. It’s a sadly common trait among short guys. Though he DID do as he was told.”
Michelle took Anna’s hand, squeezing it hard. She was actually trembling. “I…haven’t dated since Lisa, and that’s been almost two years. I loved her but, the height thing. I just couldn’t compromise.”
“I’m sorry,” Anna said. “I didn’t mean to bring up anything painful.”
“It’s not. I’m okay. Anyway. YOU’RE here now.”
“That’s right,” Anna replied, pulling her closer. “I’M here. And with these shoes of mine, you get to feel extra-special small for me tonight. So let’s pretend that you’re shrinking, sweetie. When we get home, I PROMISE I know how to make you feel absolutely. Positively. Tiny.” Anna nibbled softly on her earlobe, ended by tugging gently.
Michelle moaned loud enough to make the driver glance at them in the mirror. The car was starting to smell distinctly of perfume and musk. “One thing though….”
“What’s that?” Anna growled.
The car pulled up to the curb. Anna thanked the driver. He grunted. She followed her friend, stepping out onto the sidewalk, conscious to keep weight on her toes as she lifted up to her full height in her heels. Anna went to take Michelle by the shoulders, fully intending to kiss the girl speechless right there on the street corner. But Michelle was distracted, adjusting several little clasps along her skirt. She looked up at Anna, a guilty smile on her face.
Anna just stared.
Michelle posed, holding up her arms over her head so that the cuffs of her enormous shirt slipped up nearly to her elbows. She dropped them to her sides, let the sleeves hang loose over her hands. She twirled in place, nearly stepping out of her shoes, a giddy smile on her face.
“You’re –”
“Shrinking,” Michelle agreed. “What would you say, about five eleven?” She made a show of measuring herself against her suddenly MUCH taller date. The top of her head didn’t even quite reach Anna’s mouth. She stood on tip-toe, gave the woman a quick, chaste kiss. “On my way to five feet. I won’t QUITE get there during dinner.” She looked down at her feet, suddenly shy. “But I can’t wait for dessert.”
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