“Good girl. You keep doing this, and I’ll keep getting you A’s.” Kyle looked down to the watch top of Courtney’s head bob around his cock. Her blonde strands refracted and reflected light from different angles. He smiled as she pulled her head back, a string of spit mixed his precum stretched from her lips to the tip of his dick. She looked up pleadingly from her kneeling position between his legs. His member throbbed on the edge of explosion for more.  

“I-is that good enough?” she asked, hoping for the answer to be yes.  

Kyle tilted his head and smacked his lips, “I think you got a few more licks in you.” He leaned back and motioned for her to continue.  

Courtney’s soft lips and tongue massaged his shaft while her right hand cupped and fondled his balls. This was ecstasy, how easily he had directed her how he liked things to be done. 

“Oh yeah. Now you're getting it.” He closed his eyes and floated into bliss. 

Right as he climaxed, Courtney pulled her head from his dick and looked up him. She opened to mouth to speak, and the sound of a motorcycle shattered Kyle’s reality.  

Kyle groggily opened his eyes. His dick hung semi-flaccid between his legs, cum was shot down his right leg. A wet dream. Something he hadn’t had since he first hit puberty. In his woken state, the dream was reframed as a nightmare. It only served to remind him of what he once was. He attempted to stretch his sore arms and legs, but it was no use. He was still tied to the leather of Courtney’s gladiator sandal from the prior night. The smell of her sweat and leather hung in the air.  

An open window in Courtney’s bedroom let in the sounds and smells from outside. The city was slowly waking to a lazy Sunday. Kyle looked around to survey his current situation. The sandal which he was tied to lay awkwardly on this floor, it forced him to view the world at a sideways angle. He looked across the room to see Courtney’s other sandal lying on the ground – it was at least 20 feet away from him on the floor in Courtney’s large bedroom. He could barely make out Amanda’s squirming body in the morning light. His head hurt as he was not only dehydrated, but Courtney had partied early into the morning. The loud music of the bars she visited, along with her dancing no doubt gave him at least one concussion.  

She and Katrina had left the other girls after the party at Maison and had gone on their own celebration through the French Quarter. Kyle lost track of the number of guys Courtney had forced herself upon as ‘the birthday girl’. He remembered she and Katrina showing off their shrunken people to others.  

His final memory was that of Courtney somehow stumbling into her apartment which overlooked Canal Street. Her words and shouts of happiness heavily slurred. She said something to him and Amanda and then promptly kicked off her sandals, sending each flying to different parts of her bedroom before crashing onto her bed. As he remembered this, he could hear Courtney stir on the mattress above. 

“Mmmmmhhnnnn.” Courtney mumbled to herself as she smacked her lips and slowly opened her eyes. Through their bleariness, she could see that the sun was out, and the sky was blue. A cool early fall breeze came through her window off the Mississippi River. She rubbed her eyes and looked around her room, her mind slowly churned back as she remembered the prior night’s events. Her body lay in a twisted mess of sheets, pillows, and blankets. At some point during the night, her jeans had come off.  

“What time is it?” She croaked and reached for her phone. After rummaging her hand around her bedside table for a solid 15 seconds, her fingers finally gripped around the familiar rectangle. Courtney held the screen up to her eyes and squinted. “07:50 AM” the screen flashed briefly before dimming. “Only 4 hours of sleep.” She complained. She went back to sleep, but then groaned once again as she remembered that she promised Brittany earlier that week to lead the Quarterly community cleanup sponsored by Vilecio. She had less than an hour to be over in Algiers. “Fuuuuck me.” she moaned. She ran her fingers through her hair. Courtney Vance, still wrapped around her pointer finger, coughed as she was assaulted by the strands of hair. Courtney removed the tiny woman and placed her on the nightstand next to her phone. 

As Kyle lay tied to the shoe on the floor, he stared ahead blankly. His earlier dream and its results replayed on a loop. Then, as if they were meteors, Courtney’s bare feet descended and planted themselves in front of him. The light periwinkle nails gleamed in the morning light. His eyes followed her toned calves upward to see she was pant less. Her fit thighs revealed just a peek of her unshaven vagina. Kyle could feel his dick begin to rise once more.  

Courtney positioned herself on the edge of the bed and rested. She looked down at her toes resting on the pink rug under her bed. Her eyes looked over to see her right sandal resting with Kyle attached. With another groan, she reached down and picked up and loosened his restraints. She let the sandal fall back to the ground and held Kyle in her left hand. She then saw her other sandal across the room with Amanda still secure. Shakily, she rose to her feet and shuffled over. Amanda and Kyle were both pressed against one another in the grip of her left hand. She then remembered her classmates and panicked “OH FUCK.” as she had no idea where they were, but then she remembered Katrina’s suggestion before they went out. She hurried from her room to her entryway where her purse hung. She opened the black Hermes back and gave a sigh of relief. The miniature bodies lay in an exhausted heap against one another. She brought her purse into her room and carefully fished out each tiny former cohort and dropped them in an awaiting glass case. 

With this task done, Courtney rubbed her temples and began her walk to the shower. In the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her hair was a frizzy mess. Her mascara and lipstick from the night before was smeared and mixed with her other makeup. She turned on her shower and let the room fill with steam. 

Kyle and Amanda had been placed by the bathroom sink while Courtney prepared for her shower. Kyle looked on as Courtney lifted her arms above her head and removed her blouse. She had certainly changed from the scrawny freshman he used to know. He thought about the fact that even if he was full size, she could probably still easily take him as she was over 1.5ft taller than his old self. Muscles popped on her that he didn’t know she even had. He continued to stare until her right hand descended and grabbed both he and Amanda once again. They were soon slid into pockets in a specially ordered wash rag. Their bodies held snug; they were submitted to the torture of washing their owner.  

In the shower, Courtney hummed pop hits to herself as she scrubbed her body. A healthy squirt of bodywash onto the rag and she rubbed her two tiny pets over herself. She lifted her left arm and scrubbed diligently. 2-day old stubble and dried sweat from the night before ensured Kyle and Amanda were well acquainted with her personal scent. She switched hands and repeated the act under her right arm. She squatted slightly and worked the rag over her crotch, she was careful to get into the crevices. Her hand reached behind and worked the rag between her ass cheeks.  

Kyle thought back to how his friends and him would joke about being used as a hot chick’s rag back in college. The reality of things was not as sexy. He did not get to decide where or when she rubbed him or how often she bathed. His mouth was often forced open to drink whatever wastewater ran down her body.  

Courtney completed her shower in 30 minutes, though she didn’t quite get through her entire routine, it was enough to get her presentable. She arrived at the volunteer station with 10 minutes to spare. By the time of her arrival, 100 volunteers were already waiting for her. 

“Hey everybody!” She waved softly with her right hand while giving a gleaming smile. Her hungover eyes were hidden behind the largest pair of sunglasses she owned, and her hair was tied into lazy ponytail. She wore her favourite pair of shoes – Amanda's – with Brad and Tanner supporting her feet. A pair of khaki shorts showed off her legs while a blue t-shirt with “VILECIO CARES” written on the front acted as her top. With her, she carried her usual work-assigned tablet. 

“So excited to have you all here today. Getting a chance to work with the community is always rewarding.” She lied. She would rather be hiding in her bed.  

Her eyes ran down the list of those present: members of local sororities and fraternities; police, fire, and military; and then some court-ordered volunteers. Courtney made a note to keep an eye on those individuals. The sun and breeze up the river made the day a pleasant one, but Courtney could tell it was going to get warmer. As she looked around the throng of people before her, Courtney couldn’t help but notice she was easily the tallest one there – it made her feel a small sense of pride. 

10 minutes later, Courtney and the volunteers were spread up-and-down the riverside. Bags in tow, they all tended carefully to their surroundings, not piece of litter escaped.  

Courtney thought briefly about the weird dichotomy. Here she joined others in cleaning and caring for their community. They were all on the same level, but then her bare feet sweated inside her shoes as two former men absorbed it. Courtney worked her way toward a few sorority girls, down on the banks where water lapped at their feet. She couldn’t help but notice a “Red Sox” cap on one of the girls. Her brunette ponytail pulled through the back of it. 

“You from Boston?” Courtney asked the girl, catching her off guard. 

“Huh?” She replied at first, but then remembered her cap. “OH. Uh, Worcester.” She smiled at Courtney. 

“Right on. I’m from Amherst.” Courtney replied and stepped closer to the girl. 

The two then talked about how they both found themselves in New Orleans. 

Courtney learned the girl, whose name was Kayla, was majoring in Business Pre-Law at Tulane with hopes of getting accepted into their law school. She hoped to get into Vilecio as a lawyer. She actually just turned 21 a week prior. It made Courtney feel quite proud of herself to be in the position she was in learning this fact.  

“Keep at it.” Courtney encouraged her and then shared her own story. 

“Both my parents are professors at UMass where they raised me and my older brother and two younger brothers...” Courtney began.  

Courtney talked about how she was always considered the ‘runt’ by her family even though she was tall for a girl at her old height of 5ft 8in.  

“All my bros are easily over 6ft, thanks to pops. Wait till they get a look at me at Thanksgiving. Pretty sure they won’t be calling me ‘little’ sis anymore.” Courtney stood and flexed her arms. 

"Man. I can’t wait until I have that chance to that get large. Right now, the only way to is through Vilecio’s Customer Loyalty Program. And, unfortunately, eating ramen everyday only allows you to save so much.” Kayla kicked at the dirt with her rain boot. “It sucks being 5ft 5.”  

“Eh, that’s not all that bad.” Courtney tried to encourage her. “I mean, you could be one of these two.” She raised her left arm to show Kyle and Amanda with their hands and feet linked together around her wrist to act as a bracelet. 

“Oh my god. I didn’t even realize you were wearing that!” Kayla stood in awe of Courtney’s living jewelry.  
“Any annoying Frats you hate? I’m sure I could get you and your friends a few pairs.” Courtney half-joked. She, unfortunately, wasn’t authorized to do that quite yet. 

“Ugh. I wish.” Kayla replied and then talked about how hard it was to be an attractive girl going for law. “On one hand some people don’t take you seriously on another some people resent you for being both pretty and smart” she lamented. 

Courtney nodded in agreement, “I completely understand. Same way in science.” She paused, “However, when they’re toe height, they seem to show a bit more respect.” She smiled. Courtney went on to encourage Kayla to keep at it and to reach out to her if she ever found herself at Vilecio. 

It only took an hour for the mass of people to clear their assigned area. 

Courtney stood in front the group and congratulated them all on a job well done. She then directed them to a nearby food truck for lunch provided by Vilecio. The applause caused Courtney to slightly blush. Kayla walked past and thanked her for the chat. Courtney couldn’t help but feel the butterflies in her stomach; helping the community felt great.