“Her thinking I needed help dressing myself. I can dress myself without her watchful gaze. I don’t know what she’s thinking.” Jordan said to himself when heard a rustling. He looked around not seeing anything but also not being all that familiar with this house he wasn’t used to all the weird little sounds a home makes.
“Very funny Sara. Stop playing and your feed the cat.” Jordan yelled as he stepped into his pants and started pulling them up. “That girl be playing so much. She’s going to be the death of me.” Jordan said to himself as he pulled his pants and looked down at the shirt.
“This stuff is a pretty nice material for being so small. I knew they had started to make little people clothes but…” When he said the word Jordan felt a pang in his heart. He was a little person now. This was going to be is life.
“I just, I just can’t believe this is real. This is my reality. I barely got to do anything and things were really starting to go my way and now look at me. I’m stuck as what? Some teenage girl’s pet? It could be worse from what Tiffany said. The idea of being some kind of slave to someone would be horrifying. I should have planned better. Now look at me. I’m going to be dependent on some teen and her part-time job for everything.” Jordan was frustrated as he pulled his shirt on.
What is that noise? Mocha? If that’s you Mocha your master is getting you food. No dinner up here!” Jordan said his unintentionally wavering as he spoke and looked about the room. Hearing skittish noise. “This is crazy. Stop tripping man. Get ahold of yourself. Nothing is going to happen. Nothing is happening. This is just a regular house. Only I am small.”
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