It’s dusk in late June and you are just getting home. Swinging the door inward, you are surprised to see me, your wife of three years, standing near the doorway in a clinging silk wrap dress and high heels. I’m not surprised to see you, and look directly into your eyes while you take in my soft long swinging hair, dark eye makeup and smooth glossy lips.

Here you are, I say, and as clear brown-eyed gaze meets yours, you find your point of view changing. One moment you are looking straight across at my eyes, then your vision starts sinking, to my long pale neck, then to sweeping collarbones, to my inviting cleavage, white globes pressed together, and you enjoy the changing view so much you don’t realize that you are shrinking.

Following the curve of my waist down to the slit of the dress and then to my long legs, you end up two inches tall.
“What have you done to me?”
You ask, and I laugh as I bend over and carefully pick you up between my fingertips.” You have been late getting home one too many times”, I say, “Now you are going on my date with me.”
“Date? What? What are you doing”, you start to protest in your tiny little voice but I slip you into my thigh-hi stocking. Despite efforts to hang on you slip further and further down my nylon when the doorbell rings.
It is my date, tall and handsome and with no idea I have shrunk my husband down to a two-incher and plan to make him an unwilling witness to my cheating fun.

There is a teaser video here to get you started.

Submitted by Amy Paige