To be a doll’s height would be scary, if that could be real.
Some people fantasize about it and think what that would be like. How would it pan out? Would someone be around to help? How would daily chores get done? Would they ever be found?
And the initial moment of contact with a normal sized person. Is this really happening? Heart is pounding. Emotions are overwhelming. Someone’s hand…literally is overwhelming the entire self. The fear of what’s to come…
Some people fantasize about this often. You could say, they fanta-SIZE. For some reason, the situation pulls them in, grips them, and make-believe that it’s really happening. Close your eyes, and you may see…
The feeling. The rush from shrinking down to such a small size. Like gravity, the thought keeps coming into reality. What’s going on? Why does everything look so huge? Is this actually happening to me? And the presence of someone looming overhead…
What happens next is not up to you. It is up to the one who has found you. Will they pick you up and give you comfort? Will they force their way into a kiss? What’s going to happen? There’s a certain thrill, of not knowing, of understanding that life has changed forever.
The power, the control, it’s gone, no matter what you do. And yet, there’s a comfort to that. Being small literally feels small. There’s nothing to worry about except for the moment. Thoughts of what used to be worries now become silly. You can’t do that at your new size anymore, so what’s the bother? You have a hand holding you right now, and its fingers are overpowering anything you can do. So it’s time to succumb to that feeling, to learn that this is it, this is your destiny now.
Do you want to feel small?