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Trevor could not be happier. He was going to be the most popular kid in the sixth grade. No one had believed him when he told his friends he found a crate of Miniperm pills in a bar ditch while riding his bike to the big crash that had happened last month. He didn’t really think spiking his favorite teacher’s coffee was going to do anything. Surely these were fakes or something. The government was supposed to be super serious when it came to regulating the variation of the mini pill that cause permanent size change. But low and behold when he followed Ms. Peterson walked out to her car after school and he noticed that she kept slipping in her heels. The change happened so quickly that he did the only thing he knew he could do, Claim an unregistered mini. Of course, it might be a bit more to it than that. He still needs to get Ms. Petersons signature under the guardianship forms, but Trevor feels he is getting close. He already has the little woman referring to him as daddy. If he can just keep his little sister from barging in and trying to pet her. Its hard enough to keep it a secret till he can confirm guardianship. Trevor wasn’t sure what his mom might think of his initiative in claiming his own mini. Then again, in a way it was his own mother that got him started on this path. Ever since he found all those shrinking movies and pics on her computer he's been wanting a mini of his own. That conjured up an entirely different thought. Maybe his own mother had a secret desire to be a mini? It would explain all the images he found. Trevor snickered at the thought of his own mom tiny and staring up from the floor, refereeing to him as “sir”. It wasn’t an unpleasant thought. The boy shook the distractions from his mind and refocused on the challenge in front of him. He could ponder on the possibilities a crate of minifix pills provided later. “Now Tootsie”, he made sure to remind the little woman of her new name, “You can continue ruining the guardianship papers I give you and I can keep making more copies. Of course, I’ll be using Mr. Ruler on you while we wait for the copier to finish…Or you can just sign. Then I can put some lotion those cheeks of yours after we take a nice bath. Now which of those sound like the better option.

Tootsie betrayed a whimper, not trusting the words that might spill from her mouth. Not trusting her basic urge to give in and take the easy path, that a life of a plaything.

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Trevor could not be happier. He was going to be the most popular kid in the sixth grade. No one had believed him when he told his friends he found a crate of Miniperm pills in a bar ditch while riding his bike to the big crash that had happened last month. He didn’t really think spiking his favorite teacher’s coffee was going to do anything. Surely these were fakes or something. The government was supposed to be super serious when it came to regulating the variation of the mini pill that cause permanent size change. But low and behold when he followed Ms. Peterson walked out to her car after school and he noticed that she kept slipping in her heels. The change happened so quickly that he did the only thing he knew he could do, Claim an unregistered mini. Of course, it might be a bit more to it than that. He still needs to get Ms. Petersons signature under the guardianship forms, but Trevor feels he is getting close. He already has the little woman referring to him as daddy. If he can just keep his little sister from barging in and trying to pet her. Its hard enough to keep it a secret till he can confirm guardianship. Trevor wasn’t sure what his mom might think of his initiative in claiming his own mini. Then again, in a way it was his own mother that got him started on this path. Ever since he found all those shrinking movies and pics on her computer he's been wanting a mini of his own. That conjured up an entirely different thought. Maybe his own mother had a secret desire to be a mini? It would explain all the images he found. Trevor snickered at the thought of his own mom tiny and staring up from the floor, refereeing to him as “sir”. It wasn’t an unpleasant thought. The boy shook the distractions from his mind and refocused on the challenge in front of him. He could ponder on the possibilities a crate of minifix pills provided later. “Now Tootsie”, he made sure to remind the little woman of her new name, “You can continue ruining the guardianship papers I give you and I can keep making more copies. Of course, I’ll be using Mr. Ruler on you while we wait for the copier to finish…Or you can just sign. Then I can put some lotion those cheeks of yours after we take a nice bath. Now which of those sound like the better option.

Tootsie betrayed a whimper, not trusting the words that might spill from her mouth. Not trusting her basic urge to give in and take the easy path, that a life of a plaything.