The city lights were behind us, and it was dark. Only a few other cars were out ahead of us on the highway. An occasional bright green sign passed. The air conditioner was blasting, but my toys were cuddled away inside my purse near the armrest.
The back of my old Crown Vic was packed completely full of boxes and things, courtesy of the tiny woman who was in the passenger seat - Vanessa, a former lover of mine... and the one person most responsible for my twisted fetish for shrinking other women.
Her unceremonious, unwelcome return to my life had been marked by her mistreatment of my two beloved toy girls - eight-inch Summer and six-inch Jennifer, probably asleep at the moment - and, consequently, Vanessa's own newfound lessening.
Vanessa's reduction to being a toy herself was still, of course, a work in progress. She was four feet and nine inches tall at the moment, and I expected she would shrink further before the morning. She was still fighting me about it. I would never expect her to simply be okay with being permanently reduced to pocket-size, of course; that would be boring as hell.
"... real simple." I continued, holding up fingers over the wide steering wheel. "Three basic things to know. Six rounds, one penalty each if you fail."
"Yeah..." She seemed quite hesitant, but was listening to me explain the rules that would decide her future size. In the three days I'd inadvertently let her use my own two toy girls, she'd set up some nasty games to play with them - but she'd always had a cruel streak, even years ago. We would correct that behavior by making her fate into a game too... one where every round she lost would mean more shrinking.
I held up one finger over the steering wheel. "For each round, there's a goal, sometimes with a time limit. I'll never lay out something impossible. If you complete that goal, you pass. You're off the hook for that round. If you don't, there's a penalty, which I also lay out beforehand. The main penalty is always shrinking, but there might be other ones on top of it."
She was quiet for a time before answering. "Umm... so who decides if I pass?" She folded her arms, suddenly stern. "You?"
"Me, but I'm open to feedback from Summer and Jennifer." I pointed at my purse, where the toy girls were sleeping, or fucking... or whatever. "We won't be unfair."
"If you say so... and it's not like I have a choice." She glared at me.
I patted her shoulder. "Just think, Vanessa! Put your mind to it, and you might even get off scot free! You might not have to shrink anymore!"
She remained silent. I mean, it was pretty unlikely she'd actually pass every round like that. I fully expected her to fail most of them, actually. Still, had to make sure she had her hopes up. It would be that much sweeter as she failed, and was made to shrink.
I leaned my head toward her. Eyes on the road still, of course. "Tell me what you're thinking right now."
She helplessly blurted out the truth - a irresistible little compulsion I'd shoved into her mind earlier. "Trying to leverage an escape plan. Balancing success versus failure. Wondering if there's a way I can turn this game against you."
"Success versus failure...?" I peered at her for a moment. "You mean you're wondering if life as a toy would be so bad?"
"Yes!" She paused. "I meant to say no but it came out as yes!"
I smiled. "You can't lie to me, remember. Just think about it. Shrinking until you're a happy, sexy little toy girl. Everything taken care of, every decision already made - all you have to do is be a toy." I signaled and pulled off the highway at an exit, following signs to a grocery store. "Hey, here we are. This is going to be round one. You ready?"
"Wait, now? Already?" She turned to me in shock, but I focused on driving. She turned away, mumbling something about how she didn't have a choice. I pulled to a stop in the parking lot.
I pulled the parking brake up. "The first round is simple... go grocery shopping. We need..." I began to run through a list of things we needed, and she scrambled for something to write on. There was nothing. "Come on. Clock is ticking... now." I had my phone out, and showed her the timer I'd just set - twenty minutes.
"Wha - like this?" She was shocked. "In public? I can't! People will - they'll think I'm a freak! I can't even keep my clothes on! I've got no pants!"
She was still wearing what she'd had on back when she'd been more than six feet tall. Her sweatshirt was now baggy enough to go more than halfway down her thighs, and her shoes kept slipping off, forcing her to retrieve them from the floor and put them back on. The only other thing she had on was a pair of panties, hastily cut up and taped back together so they'd stay on... mostly.
I waved a hand dismissively. "Well, you are a bit of a freak, and people should stare. You're barely tall enough to even pass as an adult, and you look like a you tried to put on a real person's clothes but you gave up halfway. I guess you'll have to make something up if someone asks." I waved the ticking timer in front of her, and handed her a hundred-dollar bill. "Hurry up..."
She had to use both hands and her feet to open the door, and plopped down to the asphalt in shoes that were still trying to slip off - bare, tanned legs seeming quite pale under the streetlights illuminating the parking lot. Glowering at me, she trudged off toward the store.
I picked up my purse, bringing it to my lap and opening it to reveal the two toy girls inside. Summer, my eight-inch-tall brunette beauty who'd formerly been wearing a fleece top and yoga pants - both of which she was now resting on like a pillow - had been dozing on my spare pair of white satin panties inside. She was blinking awake, rolling over to reveal her careless nudity like a thousand times before - and sending a pulse of welcome heat through my pussy at the sight of her.
