SHORT PUTTS
By. Contrast Lover
As I sit here contemplating my last two years, the same
questions keep
coming to me, without answer. Why? Why me? How? The doctors
gave up trying
to answer the questions six months ago. Oddly enough, I
stabilized shortly
after that and have been stable since that time. That is
not to say that
stable is good, but I suppose it is better than further
deterioration. I've
already had my 15 minutes of fame, being featured in
tabloid and respectable
papers alike, as well as a few talk shows. I soon became
old hat though, as
cheating husbands and lesbian wives proved to be more
attention getting and
profitable. I was told by one host, off the record, that I
have a cute
gimmick, but of course, no one really believes me. Sure, I
may be little,
but I couldnt expect anyone to believe that the pictures of
that 6-ft. tall
guy are really me. Dwarf acts have a short shelf life, I
was told. So here
I am, 40 years old, with a wife and 14 year old daughter,
contemplating my
future at the size of a newborn child. The future is less
than rosy.
Two years ago, I was a 6 ft. tall, 170 pound club pro at a
local golf
course. I grew up playing and loving the game, but was
never quite good
enough to make a living playing it. For years, I bounced
around the
northeast, moving from one assistant pro job to another,
waiting for the
break when I would land a high paying job as a head pro at
a good club. My
wife Mary was always supportive and never complained, even
though I knew the
lack of real roots bothered her and was not the best thing
for our little
girl, Katie. Three years ago, the break came and I landed
my dream job. We
bought a house and all was well, for a year at least.
Around Christmas, 1998, I started getting occasionally
dizzy and didnt
have my usual energy. I went for a check up, where the
doctor found nothing
wrong, but I had lost weight, down to 165. I was given some
vitamins and
told to take it easy over the winter. Most likely, it was
the stress of my
first year on the new job. I did everything I was told, and
weighed myself
every other day. Two weeks later, I had lost another 5
pounds, barely
breaking the 160 mark on the scale. I started to be
concerned.
Concern turned to bewilderment on the night of my 38th
birthday. Mary
and I were going to our favorite restaurant to celebrate.
We both got
dressed up fancy, which we rarely did, and Mary even put on
high heels. She
doesnt' like to wear them because she's a little self
conscious about her 5
ft. 10 inch height, and her 3 inch heels made her slightly
taller than me. I
always loved her look in them though and she made an
exception for my
birthday. Mary was packed off to my parents for the weekend
and we were
looking forward to a romantic evening.
As I was zipping her dress for her, I casually remarked
that I didn't
know she had bought new shoes with a higher heel. She
turned around with a
puzzled look on her face and asked me what I was talking
about. I said she
just seemed a bit taller and I assumed she had new shoes.
As we stood face
to face, I became confused too. My eyes were below her
nose. I asked her to
take her shoes off, and I did likewise. Standing side by
side, we looked in
the mirror and I was barely taller than my lovely wife, by
what seemed less
than an inch.
'I think your should see my brother's chiropractor, Honey.
I think
you've shrunk a little. I understand it happens as we age,
because of
compression in the spinal discs. He can probably straighten
you out before
it starts really causing you pain.' It's probably from all
those years of
you hauling those damn golf bags around and stooping to
place the ball for
those idiot students of yours. I chuckled at her
characterization of the
wealthy members of the club that paid my salary and
accepted her explanation
as reasonable. We went to dinner and had a wonderful time.
That night,
while making love, I had the odd feeling that I was not
just shorter than
before because of a back problem, but that everything about
me was slightly
smaller. As I held Mary's hand, it seemed bigger than it
had. As our legs
entwined, hers seemed longer. As we kissed, her tongue
filled my mouth more
than I remembered. I chalked it up to too much wine and an
overactive
imagination. I decided to see the chiropractor as soon as
possible.
PART 2
The appointment was set for the following week. I noticed
my clothes were
starting to feel big on me. The cuff of my pants dragged on
the floor. My
shoes were loose. The sleeves on my sweater were long. I
felt paranoid. I
couldn't actually be shrinking beyond would could be cured
by a simple
stretching of the back muscles to relieve tightness and
compression.
Although I said nothing to Mary, I sensed that it was
something far more
serious. I arrived at the doctor's office and was asked to
strip to my
underwear in the examination room. After a few minutes, a
woman entered and
introduced herself as Dr. Leslie Cody. I was a little taken
aback, as I had
been expecting a man. I was even more taken aback when I
stood to greet her
and realized that she towered over me. My eyes were below
her chin and I had
to crook my neck up to speak to her. I reflexively darted
my eyes to the
floor to discover she was wearing flats! Standing there in
my underwear in
front of this woman's commanding presence, I felt like a
vulnerable little
boy.
I was told to stand on the scale and did as I was told
without a word.
To my shock, she read off my new vital statistics. I was
now 5 ft 9 ¼, 152
pounds. It struck me that I was now shorter and lighter
than Mary. The
Dr. asked me a series of general questions, but when I told
her I used to be
6 ft tall, she simply chuckled. She explained that people
might shrink as
much as an inch or two over the course of many years, No
one shrinks almost 3
inches in a mater of weeks. Very rarely are people the
actual height they
think they are, she explained. I was probably just mistaken
about ever
actually being six feet tall. I debated whether to tell her
about my
comparison to Mary, the clothes, the shoes, but realized
she simply wouldn't
believe me. I allowed her to examine me, take x-rays and
explore the
alignment of my spine with her hands, which actually felt
very good. In the
end, she measured me again and nothing had changed. She
then told me what I
instinctively knew would be her only conclusion, that there
was nothing wrong
with me. I went home angry, confused and scared.
That evening, I found myself avoiding standing next to
Mary. I really
didn't want to have her notice that I was now smaller than
she was. It
didn't last long. We passed each other in the kitchen after
dinner and 12
year old Katie all of a sudden shrieked with laughter,
'Hey, Dad! What
happened? Mom is taller than you!' 'Don't be silly, Katie,'
chided Mary, I
am not bigger than Daddy.' 'Oh yes you are. Stand back to
back. Please?'
Reluctantly, I stood with my back to Mary's as our daughter
shouted with glee
'Wow! Mom is at least an inch taller. That's so cool!'
Mary turned to face me with a look of confusion on her face
and I saw her
look to the ground to confirm that I was in my socks and
she in her
pantyhose. 'Ok, honey. I guess you're right. Now go do your
homework.' As
Katie bounded up the stairs, it occurred to me that I was
only five inches
taller than she was now, and we were going in opposite
directions. The
thought of actually being smaller than Katie gave me an
awful feeling in the
pit of my stomach. Mary jolted me out of my thought by
taking my hands in
her now larger hands and asking, with great
concern, 'Bill, What's
happening?' I simply shrugged my shoulders. I had no
answer.
PART 3
I decided to just wait a few weeks to see if the shrinking
stopped on its
own. It didn't.
Luckily, it was the season when northern golf pros are on
vacation
anyway, so I didnt have to show up at the club for a while.
By mid January,
I was 5 ft 7, 138 pounds. None of my clothes fit me. We
decided to go
shopping when I realized that my shoes were now so big on
me, I couldn't wear
them without tripping over myself. Mary suggested that,
until we get to the
store to get new shoes, I wear her penny loafers. You
couldn't tell they
were women's shoes to look at them and they just might fit.
To my surprise
and embarrassment, I put them on, over a pair of Mary's
white athletic socks,
and they fit perfectly. 'Now I'm not just a shrimp, I'm a
transvestite too',
I grumbled. Mary smiled and just told me to not be silly.
It was just for a
couple hours and no one could tell. With a sly grin she
added, 'It will be
our little secret', and kissed me on the forehead.
At the mall, everything was a new experience to me. I was
used to being
able to see over crowds and look down to men and women
alike. Now, the only
people I could see over were children and the occasional
petite woman who
might wonder by. I felt weak and puny. I feared what lay
ahead as I grew
smaller. I tried on and bought some shirts and pants, which
took quite some
time since I had no idea of my size. We decided to keep it
to just a few
things, since I may not fit them in a matter of weeks. At
the shoe store, I
was waited on by a giant black man, who had to be 6 ft 6
300 pounds. As he
prepared to measure my foot, he noticed from the label
inside the penny
loafers next to me on the floor that they were women's. He
smiled at me and
said he liked my taste in loafers and held my foot in his
hand longer than he
needed to. His hand was bigger than my foot and before he
put my foot on the
measurer, he told me that he could see already I was a 7 ½
C. A wave of
anger and fear spread over me as I realized this black
giant was making a
pass at me because he thinks I'm a crossdresser. I wanted
to get up and run,
but I didn't want to have to explain things to Mary. I felt
humiliated. He
finally measured my foot the right way and I was, in fact,
a 7 ½ C I bought
a pair of casual shoes and a pair of sneakers and got out
as fast as I could.
On the ride home, Mary mentioned that at least now I had
some decent
clothes to wear to Katie's music recital at school in a
couple weeks. I had
been able to avoid neighbors and friends so far, and I told
her that I didn't
think I was really up to a public event like that until I
figured out what
was happening to me. For the first time since the shrinking
started, Mary
showed a flash of anger at me. 'Well then, you had better
start finding a
doctor who can help you, because we are not disappointing
that child after
all the work she's put into this.' I felt scolded and
meekly agreed.
Three days later, I was at the University hospital, being
examined by the
chief of internal medicine. I was admitted overnight and a
series of tests
were run. The next morning, the doctor asked me if I had
been urinating more
than usual since the shrinking started. Thankful that he at
least appeared
to believe that I was indeed shrinking, I thought back and
realized that I
had been. Expecting a diagnosis and cure on the spot, since
I had given him
the answer he was expecting, he simply gave a thoughtful
'HMMM' and told me
to come back in two weeks for follow up tests.
As I dressed, I was feeling somewhat hopeful, and decided
to take Mary to
dinner at a fancy restaurant. My spirits were higher than
they had been
since the beginning, for a few minutes at least. That was
when I turned a
corner in the hallway and was steamrolled over by a huge
woman in a green
hospital uniform. I went down like a sack of potatoes and
was momentarily
stunned. The woman, speaking in some language I didn't
understand, was
apologetic in her tone and I suddenly found myself being
lifted to my feet
with her hands in my armpits. Still babbling away in what
sounded like
Russian, she brushed me off as she would a child, tussled
my hair and went
about her business. I realized she had handled me as easily
as I might have
handles Katie a few months ago. Totally embarrassed, I
decided that dinner
out was not a good idea just yet. I met Mary in the lobby
and told her
nothing except that they want more tests in two weeks. As
we approached the
car in the parking lot, Mary got in the driver's seat. That
would seem
natural, as it was her car and she had driven to the
hospital to pick me up,
but it was the first time she had driven when we were
together since before
we were married, regardless of which car we were using.
Something in the
dynamics of how we were relating was changing, and I felt
insecure that I was
losing my once unquestioned benevolent dominance over our
relationship.
Neither of us said a word, but the change was thick in the
air.
PART 4
The following Friday was the music recital. I contemplated
faking
illness, but ultimately decided that I had to face the
music eventually, so
to speak. I had taken to wearing sweats and t-shirts around
the house, and
had not yet worn my new clothes. I should have used them
more when I had the
chance.
I had not measured my height since the hospital, but I had
continued to
weigh I every other day. I knew I was down to 125 pounds
and really did not
want to know how short I had become. Mary was starting to
look like an
amazon to me. The new clothes were all big on me now,
although they fit
closely enough to wear without fear of them falling off.
Mary dressed up in
the same dress she had worn for my birthday. This time, she
was wearing
flats, which did not compliment the dress at all. When I
saw this, I felt
bad for her, knowing she was going out of her way to avoid
embarrassing me.
I told her how much I liked her in heels and asked her to
put them on. She
hesitated, but agreed. Then, she apparently misread my
intentions. She
walked toward me with a sly grin and said 'So you think
your great big wife
is sexy, huh little guy?', as she drew me to her in a hug
that mashed my face
into her chest. My initial reaction was to pull away, which
proved
impossible. After a second or two, I felt myself being
aroused. I didn't
understand why. While I knew there were men who had
fantasies of being with
women much larger than they were, that had never been my
thing. Yet, I
couldn't deny the feel of my growing erection against her
shapely thigh.
Leaning down, she kissed me full on the lips and then
released me, saying we
didn't want to be late.
At that moment, Katie knocked on the bedroom door and
complained through
the door that she cant wear 'these stupid shoes' with her
dress, and that she
just had to wear her new ones. I had no idea what she was
talking about, but
Mary sighed for a moment and finally told Katie to go ahead
and wear the new
shoes. Katie screamed with glee as she trotted back to her
room. 'What's
the big deal about a pair of shoes?', I asked. Mary took my
hands in hers
and told me how important it is for a girl her age to be
seen as stylish.
She had allowed her to get a new pair of shoes the other
day, but told her
she couldn't wear them tonight. Seeing I still had no clue,
she squeezed my
hand a little and told me that they were platform shoes
that would make Katie
quite a bit taller than me and she didnt know if I was
ready for that. She
also told me that, in case I hadn't noticed, Katie was in a
growth spurt.
She might even be taller than me without the shoes. She had
discussed these
things with Katie, but she didn't really understand how my
shrinking must
have been affecting me. For the first time since the ordeal
began, anger
rose within me. I was being treated as an object of pity by
my wife and even
my daughter. I decided to put an end to it once and for all
I stormed into the hallway and called for Katie. She came
from her room
in a beautiful new dress and clunky platform shoes. I
walked right up to her
and found her to be at least three inches taller. I
confronted her. As
calmly as I could in my state of rage, I explained to her
what she already
knew about my shrinking and added that just because she may
soon outgrow me,
I am still the head of this family and she should never
worry about
embarrassing me. I would figure out the problem and be back
to normal soon
enough. In the meantime, nothing has changed. Mary stepped
in and asked
Katie if she understood what I was saying. Confused, the
poor girl nodded
yes, but added that she didn't do anything wrong. Mary
comforted her, saying
'We know, Sweetie. Daddy just had to clear the air a
little. Now go finish
your hair and we'll leave in a few minutes.' I felt awful
now and added
nothing to Mary's comments. I turned to walk away and Mary
followed behind.
As Katie went back to her room, I could swear I heard a
faint giggle.
PART 5
The recital was not as traumatic as I had feared. I had
anticipated
having to field countless questions from other parents
about my new size, but
it never happened. Mary went early with Kate to help her
get ready and I
slipped in the back of the auditorium after the lights went
down. During
intermission, no one seemed to recognize me. One father
gave me a quizzical
look as if he thought he knew me, but looked away quickly,
apparently
deciding that I must just be someone that looks like me,
only smaller, like a
younger brother. I slipped out immediately at the end of
the show and was
home a half hour before Mary and Kate.
Daddy, did you see me play?
Yes, Katie. You were wonderful. The best of everyone I
thought.
How come I didnt see you there?
I was in the back row.
Katie seemed perturbed. She obviously didnt think I went.
She
approached me and stood right face to face with me.
Yea? Then what piece did I play? Her tone was angry.
I had recognized the piece, but Im a golf pro. What the
hell do I know
about classical piano? I felt myself going on the
defensive.
I..I dont know the name of it. Its the one youve been
practicing for two
months.
Ive been practicing three different pieces. You werent even
there, were
you?
I looked up at my 12 year old daughter, staring me down
from atop her
platform shoes, which gave her a small height advantage,
and I felt like a
child being scolded for fibbing.
Yes I was. It went like . I hummed some of the piece as
best I could.
Oh, Daddy, you were there. Im sorry. She hugged me and I
felt her
strength. Ive always been very slim and as she hugged me, I
felt her weight
and realized she probably outweighed me already, even if I
was still slightly
taller.. It was all very disconcerting.
Mary had run to the bathroom as soon as she came in and had
missed the
whole thing. I didnt mention it. I went right to bed and
pretended to be
asleep when Mary came in. As she undressed, I
surreptitiously watched,
feeling like a voyeur with my own wife. I felt as if i was
becoming someone
else and didn't really have the right to watch my own wife
undress. I was
glad I had snuck those three quick shots of Old Granddad
before they got
home. In a few minutes, I was asleep for real, until the
nightmare awoke me.
PART 6 I awoke with a start. A terrifyingly loud and
strange noise was coming
from outside. The room was bright, though it was the middle
of the night.
I ran to the
window and realized on the way there that this was not my
bedroom. The
furniture was
different. The window was in the wrong place. Here the hell
was I? Then I
realized I
was naked. The noise got louder. I looked out the window
and it semed that
the street
was moving, buckling like a bridge in an earthquake. And it
wasnt my street.
I saw no
familiar landmarks. It didnt even look like a street now,
more like shifting
sands. It was
the color of sand.I ran out of the room and found the
stairway, running to
get outside and
see where the hell I was and what was happening. I ran out
the front door,
oblivious to
my nakedness, and was able to see all that was before me. I
froze in shock.
The shifting
ground was not the ground at all. It was, unbelievably, my
lovely wife,
seemingly as long
as a football field . Her breasts heaved back and forth as
she lay on her
back, making
noises I had never heard before. Was she in pain? I had to
help her somehow.
No. Wait.
Whats that? Between her legs. It cant be. A head, the size
of a full grown
weeping
willow tree. A tongue, sliding itself across my wifes No.
This cant be
happening.
I banged my head on the door a few rimes to try to knock
some sense into
myself. The
head loked up. It must have heard me. O shit! Its eyes
looked right at me.
I scanned its
face and my stomach turned. It was Bob Lent, my assistant
pro. He laughed.
Hey, Mary. Look whos up! You said hed sleep for hours..
Damn it! He
should have slept till the morning with the dose I gave
him. Bill, you get
back in your
house right now and well discuss this in the morning. My
house? I turned
and
looked at the house I had just left and suddenly recognized
it. It was
Katies old doll
house. I stood there, frozen. Bill, I said get back inside
and go back
to bed.
NOW! My giant wife was bellowing at me. Aww, leave him be
Mary. It looks
like he was enjoying the show. Come here, little fella,
wanna get a closer
look? Stop
it Bob. Cant you see hes scared enough already? Scared,
schmared. He
wasnt too
worried about my feelings last year when he thought he
could fire me. He
was a big man
then. His gaze never left mine..Not such a big man now, are
you Billy? Now
Im
gonna show you how a real man makes love to your wife. Come
here. Ill give
you a
close up look.BOB! Dont. Leave him be. You might hurt him.
Come here
little man. His hand reached for me. It was wider than I
was tall. I
backed up against
the house. A thumb and forefinger encircled my waist. I was
being lifted. I
screamed. I
screamed again. Wake up honey. Wake up. Youre having a bad
dream. A
strong hand held my shoulder, lightly shaking me. I opened
my eyes. I was
back in my
own bed. Mary was beside me. You were screaming bloody
murder. What the
hell
were you dreaming? I gathered myself, rolled onto my back
and looked
around.
Everything was as it should be. Im sorry sweetheart. It was
nothing. Go
back to
sleep.You sure? Thats not like you.Im sure. Sorry I woke
you.We both rolled
back
over , back to back. OK, if you say so.It was not until
then that I noticed
my
erection.
Part 7
A week later, I was back at the hospital for further testing. Mary drove, as had
become the the unspoken norm since I had become smaller than she. I was sent to
an examining room and told to disrobe. After sitting naked for what seemed like
an hour, geting angrier by the minute that they had not supplied me with a gown,
a large black nurse with a Jamaican accent entered and chuckled at me. 'What you
doing sitting there with no clothes on ? ' I stood to protest and realized she
was taller than Mary and twice as wide. I felt like a little boy cought doing
something wrong. 'They, ... I mean ... the other nurse didn't give me a gown'
'Well, no matter. You don't have anything I haven't seen before>' Again she
looked down at me and chuckled. 'Let's measure you and weigh you and then well
get you something to wear, OK?' Her tone was very condescending. She motioned me
to step on the scale and I shudered when I heard the readings. 'My, You're a
little one now, aren't you? Five foot two and a half and 112 pounds.'
I guilped at the realization that I was shrinking even
faster than I had been. The nurse left the room and returned a mamoent later,
tossing me a gown. Again, I was left alone with my thoughts for what seemed an
eternity. How small would I become? How would I continue my job if I continued
to shrink? How would I support the family?
Technicians then started coming and going, taking from me
my blood, my urine, my stool, my saliva, a scraping of my skin, a lock of my
hair, and even a vial of my semen. None of them could provide an explanation of
why the samples were needed, but all assured me it was just 'routine' The semen
sample was particularly difficult for me to produce, as the setting was hardly
arousing to me. Searching my brain for an image to conjure up the necessary
excitiement, a memory from years past, long ago buried, forced its way into my
consciousness.
I remembered the day I first saw Mary. She and her family
had just moved into the neighborhood and we shared a bus stop. I was fifteen
years old and just starting senior high school. I was also skiny and scrawny.
Altough it didn't occur to me at the hospital, I remember now that at the time I
was the same size I was again at the hospital, about five foot two and 112
pounds. I was shy, geeky and introverted. As far as I knew, I was the only kid
in my grade never to have had a date or kissed a girl. Even the kids in the
chess club had each other. My small size and young face made me look like I
belonged in sixth grade, not 10th, and I didn't have the personality to overcome
my 'shortcomongs'. The second I saw Mary, my heart melted, for she was the most
beautiful girl I'd ever seen. I knew immediately she was out of my league
though, as she seemed a foot taller than me and obviously a senior, or at least
a junior. I knew from that moment on that I would have to be content with
worshipping her from afar.
I studied her and sensed that she was uneasy and seemed as
shy as I was. She talked to no one and seemed to slouch, as if trying to hide
the fact that she was tall. I wanted to say hello, but my fears ruled and I said
nothing. She looked my way and I managed a weak smile and nod, before quiockly
looking away. As I turned my gaze, I thought I saw her smile back, but I chalked
that up to wishful thinking.
Seconds later, the junior high school bus pulled up and, to
my amazement, Mary got on. It wasn't until three weeks later, after watching her
every morning at the bus stop, when my parents invited Mary's parents over for
drinks, that I learned she was only 12 and in the seventh grade. For some
reason, that information gave me some hope that, if I do something over the next
couple of years to make a name for myself, maybe a short skinny 17 year old
would have a chance with a tall beautiful 14 year old. I thought and thought all
night. I knew I was too small for football and basketball and had never realy
liked baseball. I wasn't smart enough to be valedictorian or anything like that.
I remembered though that, the summer before, my father had taken me to the local
golf course and I played for the first time. As I hit the ball off the first
tee, I was surprised that it sailed straight down the fairway about 150 yards,
but I assumed it was just an easy thing to do. The club pro happened to be
watching and complimented me, asking how long I had been playing. When I told
him it was my first time, he didn't believe me until my father confirmed it. For
reasons I didn't undersdtand at the time, the pro seemed to be following me
around as I played the round. I hit a lot of bad shots and had no idea how to
putt, but I also hit many good shots. At one point, he came over and adjusted my
grip and told me to swing as hard as I could at the ball. The ball sailed over
the green from 180 yards out. When we finished, he told me I had an unusual
natural talent for the game and that he could make me a fine player if I was
willing to devote the effort to learn. Lessons were expensive though and my
father politely tolf him we weren't imn a financial position to make golf a
priority. As we were leaving, the pro called to me that, as soon I was 15, if I
wanted to work at the course and get free golf and lessons, I should come on
back.
As I lay in bed thinking of Mary, I decided to become the
best golfer my school had ever seen. Then she'd pay attention.
Sitting on the hospital toilet, gown bunched up around my
waist, I remembered watching Mary that first day at the bus stop. I remembered
wanting to kiss her, but not knowing what it would really be like. I remebered
wanting to touch her breasts, already evident under her bulky clothes. As the
memories flooded into me, my juices flooded out of me. My mission was
accomplished.
I never did see the doctor that day and was told to come
back in a week, after he reviewed the labn results. On the ride home, Mary told
me she had the strangest day dream as she was waiting for me. She said she was
remembering the first time we met. The first time we actually spoke was when I
was a senior and was receiving the award as male athlete of the year at a year
end awards dinner for athletes. I had filled out to 6 feet tall by then and had
realized my goal of becomong the best golfer in the school. In fact, i had
become the best high school golfer in the state, winning the state tournement by
six shots. Mary was sitting next to me on the dias, being honored as the female
athelete of the year. Still only a freshman, she had won the state all around
swimming title, setting two state records in the process. She had no isea I had
done it all for her and that I had been worshipping her for more than two years.
To this day, I have never told her. We spoke and got along great, each of us
having overcome our shyness, at least to a point. By nights end, we had agreed
to a date for the movies and our life together had begun.
'Yes, honey, I'll never forget that awards dinner. You were
beautiful.'
'No silly, not the awards dinner. At the bus stop my first
day of school in seventh grade. You smiled at me and I smiled back. You were the
cutest little thing I'd ever seen. I had a crush on you for years. I even
started swimming to get your attention. I bet you didn't know that did you?
Funny how things turn out'
I looked across at my huge wife and she sniled at me as she
put her arm around me and hugged me to her. I switched off the air conditioner
in the hoipes my goose bumps would go
away.
PART 8
Another week passed and I could tell I was still becoming
smaller.My new clothes were all too big on me, as well as my shoes. Katie was
definitely bigger than me now, and I found myself avoiding being close to her.
One day, I came into the kitchen to have coffee with Mary,
and I tripped over my own pants. I fell ass over tea kettle, losing one of my
now oversized shoes in the process. Mary rushed to help me up, and as she
brushed me off, i felt like she was inspecting me for cuts and bruises, just as
she did when Katie was younger and would fall.
'Looks like we have to do something about this clothes
situation again. Until we get to go shopping, I have a plan. Come with me
upstairs.' It wasn't a request or a suggestion. It was a direction. Mary had
never spoken to me like that before. I was confused and embarrassed by the fall.
Part of me wanted to say 'Whoa! Who do you think you're talking to?' For reasons
I still don't understand, I said nothing and just followed her up.
As Mary proceeded me up the stairs, I watched her firm
bttocks and strong legs, a sight i had always enjoyed in the past. My feeling
now was different. It was not my usual lustful appreciation. In retrospect, It
was fear: fear that I was no longer man enough for someone that big and strong.
It was also intimidation, realizing as I looked at her most powerful body part,
just how much stronger she must be than I was at the moment.
'Go in the bedroom. I'll be there in a minute' Again, I did
as directed, without a word. As I sat on the bed, my feet now dangling where
they once reached the floor, I heard Mary go into the attic and return moments
later with a big black garbage bag full of clothes. She spilled the clothes onto
the bed, an assortment of mostly jeans, t shirts and socks.
' Start trying these on. Most of it should fit.'
'Where'd you get this stuff,Mary?'
'Don't worry where I got it, just see if it fits.' There
was impatience in her voice.
I hesitated, but started to undress, as she rummaged
through the pile. As I got down to just underpants and socks, she turned to me
and looked disapprovingly. I looked down and saw my shorts hanging off my hips,
about to let go and fall to the ground. The toes of my socks extended a full
inch past my feet.
'Those shorts have to go too. I'll pick you up some
tomorrow. The socks I think we can handle here.' Take it all off and try these
on', as she handed me a pair of jeans and a t- shirt. I protested and said I'll
leave my shorts on thank you very much, and her impatience grew.
'Honestly, Bill, do you think I'll see something new in
there? Maybe smaller, but not new.'
Before I could even react, her tone changed and she was
immediately apologizing. 'I'm sorry, honey. That came out the wrong way. I know
this is hard on you. It' hard and stressful on me too. I'm so worried about
you.'
The apoloy was sincere, but the damage was done . I felt
humiliated.
'Now let's just get this over with, Ok honey? Take off
everything and try these on. '
I meekly sripped off my remaining coverings as she looked
on with a watchful eye. Again, i felt like she was regarding me as a child, not
a man. I tried on several sets of jeans and t shirts plus a couple of button
down shirts which i had trouble with, because the buttons were backwards for
some reason. About half of the stuff fit, while the other half was a bit too
small. The things that fit she put in my dresser. The things that were too small
went back in the bag and up to the attic..
Upon her return, she was carrying a pair of Nike sneakers
that looked brand new, but upon closer inspection I could tell they had been
slightly worn. I put them on over some white crew socks from the bag and they
fit just right.
I felt much better as I went back downstairs, dressed in a
well fitting pair of Levi's and a flannel shirt from the Gap. When I asked her
about the buttons, Mary told me that's a thing that the Gap does to nake their
clothes a litle different. Never having been a shopper, it seemed reasonable
enough for me. I was still curious about the origin of the clothes, but let it
slide, figuring she'd tell me when she was ready.
Just then, Katie walked in the front door, returning from
school. She said hello and started upstairs , but stopped and turned back to me
wih a quizzical look on her face.
'Daddy....?' She walked over to me and stepped close. In
her platform shoes, I was barely as tall as her shoulder as she looked down at
me.
'Daddy, Is that my shirt from last year?'
A second later she took my arm and turned me to look at the
label on the back of the jeans. 'And are those my old jeans?'
'Of couse not. Don't be sil...' I didn't finish the word as
I saw Mary walking up behind Katie with a sad look on her face. I looked up at
Mary in bewilderment. 'They.. they're not, are they?'
Mary didn't say a word, she just nodded yes.
Upon seeing this, Katie screeched with laughter and turned
back to me, looking me over again. 'You look so cute in them Daddy. Well, i have
homework.' She bounded up he stairs, muttering to noone in particular how she
couldnt wait to call Cindy laer to tell her.
I felt a tear well up in my eye as Mary stepped to me and
wrapped her arm around me, drawing me to her chest and stroking my hair as I
buried my cheek in her bosom and
cried.
Part
9
Weeks passed and i continued to grow smaller. Tests and more tests were done. I
was able to get a paid leave of absence from work, but I knew that wouldn't last
forever. The doctors said they had figured out part of the problem, but had
never seen it before and didn't know what to do about it. It seems that i was
shrinking at the cellular level, with my individual cells becoming smaller as a
result of losing fluid. I was also secreting a hormone that had never been seen
before, but they didn'.t know if the two were connected.
Life at home settled into a routine. I rarely went out,
except for medical visits, and I helped out a lot at home. Mary took a part time
job. She didn't say anything, but I knew she was worried about me being able to
support the family. I had new clothes, mostly things like t-shirts that could be
long and loose as I grew smaller, and gym shorts or sweat pants with an elastic
waist. Mary usually bought them without me, because she knew shopping in the
children's section embarrassed me. The first time I had to do it I was
mortified.
Mary took me to the mall and we headed to the boys'
department at Sears. We weren;t sure of my size, but Mary knew that Kate had
recently outgrow girls size 14, so we started with boys 14. She picked out a
pair of jeans and a polo shirt and told me to go in the dressing room to try
them on. She waited outside for a few moments while I changed, then called to me
with a hint of impatience in her voice to ask if they fit. I had already
determined that they were way too big, but didn't want to yell it out. When I
hesitated, Mary came into the room and pulled aside the curtain. 'Obviously
they're too big. Why didn't you answer me?' She was making me feel like a
misbehaved child, though I am sure that wasn't her intention.
Before I could stammer out an answer, the saleslady
appeared at the entrance to the room and asked Mary if there was anything she
could help her with. She smiled a little smile in my direction, but did not
address me. . Mary told the woman, who appeared to be well into her 60s, that
she was having trouble getting the right size. 'Oh, you're not alone,' replied
the saleslady, 'they grow like weeds at this age. My grandson is already out of
things I got for him just six months ago. The best thing is to just take
measurements and check the charts.' With that, she produced a tape measure from
her dress pocket and addressed me directly for the first time. 'Ok, sweety, lets
take off that shirt and those pants and see how much you've grown.' I looked to
Mary to save me from this awkward moment, but she simply Said, 'It's ok, honey.
The lady is just going to measure you so we can get the right size clothes for
you.' The smirk on her face told me she thought it was funny that the saleswoman
thought I was a young boy, and that she had no intention of telling her
otherwise. When I stood there motionless for a second or two, Mary simply
stepped to me and, before I could react, took the shirt I was wearing and
slipped it up and over my head, leaving me bare chested. 'Shall I do the pants,
too, or are you big enough to cooperate now?' Red faced, I undid the pants and
slipped them off, so that I was now standing before Mary and the batty old lady
in nothing but my socks and the new briefs that Mary had bought me the day
before.
As she started to measure my chest, waist and hips, the old
lady tried to make small talk with me by asking me what grade I was in. When I
didn't answer, Mary just chimed in that I can be very shy with people I don't
know. 'Well, that's a good thing to be careful with strangers, the way the world
is these days.' Addressing me again, when she had finished the measurements, the
lady said, 'Do you think you'll be all right here by yourself for a few minutes
while Mom and I go pick out a few things that should fit you?' I shot an angry
look at Mary, who was having trouble keeping a straight face, and she answered
for me that I would be fine, as the two of them walked out, leaving me standing
there in my underwear.
Mary returned a little later, alone, with an armload of
clothes in sizes 10 and 12. Most fit fine and we bought about a week's worth of
casual outfits. When we got to the car, I exploded. I yelled at Mary to never do
that to me again. Her initial reaction was to laugh it off, saying it was funny
to see the old lady so easily confused, and that it was certainly better to let
her think I was a little boy than to try to explain that I was shrinking. When
she saw that logic didn't persuade me and that I was still very upset, she
changed her demeanor and apologized. Since that day, she simply brought home
clothes whenever she thought i needed them and we never discussed the matter
again.
That night, we made love for the first time in a long time.
It was a new experience being so much smaller than Mary, and both disconcerting
and strangely erotic at the same time. There was no question who was stronger,
as i found myself being turned twisted and rolled into various positions by
Mary, seemingly without effort. When we were done, I was laying on top of her,
my head between her breasts and my feet on her shins. The last thing I remember
before falling asleep in that position was Mary kissing the top of my head and
humming a lullaby .
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