I don’t usually dress up the male characters in my stories (Or my daydreams) that much since I myself don’t have much of a wardrobe.
The shrunken ladies depends on the story. Some times they have cobbled together clothing. Sometimes adjusted to fit doll clothes. Several times I use the excuse of specially made clothes to put my tiny fantasy girls into the clothes I’d like to see them in. Short skirts, low tops, and all a touch tight. I know, its a bit sexist but its my fantasy. I wouldn’t expect a woman in my life to dress that way. I wouldn’t complain if they did however.
Now SmolChlo 's statements got my mind trying to build a story. But all I got was:
Chloe Small was running late for her company wide meeting. Something big was coming down the pike and they were all expected to attend. Rumor was the company was diversifying. In other words, downsizing. But her computer was slow again and she needed to file that report before going to the meeting.
She escaped her cubicle and was rushing down the hall when the clicking of corporate shoe made her look behind her. A man flanked by a man man and a woman wearing steel grey suits that screamed upper management money. Their jet black shoes shined freshly polished. The two behind carried really wide metal briefcases. They must be here to do the presentation she thought.
The front man stated with distain, “Miss your late.” The way he said it seemed so final.
Chloe raised a hand and started, “I’m sorry. I had to file my report.” But before she could say anymore he pointed what looked like a laser pointer at her. It flickered a pinkish purple.
The world suddenly grew. The three continued towards her. This shiny shoes now clicked louder and louder thunder as the approached. The front man nearly crushed her under his step as he walked passed commanding, “Add that product.”
The smartly dressed woman simply noted, “Yes sir.” and she swooped down and snatched Chloe off the floor like she was picking up a piece of trash. Chloe watched a panel on the briefcase pop open and she was dropped in nonclonally. The last words she heard before falling into darkness was the other man saying, “That one will likely sell quickly.”
Chloe slid down a shoot into a dimly lit chamber. Several other lady staffers were trembling in the blue glow. The front desk receptionist looked at her and simply said in a sad tone, “You were late to huh?”
HH1
