Jeff’s body fell a great distant to the water below. He was unable to get a good breath of air before plunging into the frigid liquid. Desperately, he held his breath as he swam to the surface for air. He did not know what kind of container he was in. All he knew was the impossible had happened. He had been shrunk.

He knew the girl that had dropped him in the pool of water. He knew who very well who she was. Her name was Katelyn and he’d been sending her e-mails for quite some time now.

Jeff, in his mad dash for air, looked outside of the walls of his icy prison and saw a girl approaching Katelyn. She looked familiar, but he couldn‘t place her face, though he thought he her blonde hair and blue eyes were very pretty.

The two girls came close to the coffee table where Jeff was floundering and sat down on the couch. Jeff tried to scream for help, but the only thing that came out of his mouth were bubbles. He was too weak to swim. The girls glanced over at him dismissively and then Katelyn began talking.

“So basically, just swallow a few and I’ll record it. Very straight forward. Nothing we haven’t done before. Okay?’ Katelyn said.

The golden haired girl merely nodded her head. As Katelyn got up to grab her camera, Jeff began to remember the events of the past few days. They were hazy at best, but were quickly coming back to him. At the same time, his lungs began screaming for air. Jeff couldn’t help it anymore, he kicked as hard as he could for the surface, but to no avail. His legs wouldn’t move. Feeling faint, Jeff gave in to his body’s demand for air, and took a deep breath of water.

---2 Days Before the Shoot

Jeff looked lazily at the shelves in front of him. His manager was buzzing on and on in his ear about his work ethic. She kept pointing at the shelves full of fish food and telling him, “Is this how you remerchandising the pet aisle?”

Jeff found it hard to really pay attention to anything she was saying. So he let his thoughts wander while she lectured. He thought about how he'd kill for a beer right now. He tried to remember if he'd gotten his mail yet from the post office. In doing so he remembered the laundry he had forgotten to do. Which, in the mind’s strange way, lead his thoughts to her.

Katelyn.

She was gorgeous. He found her extremely attractive. Her beautiful brunette hair, voluptuous ass, magnificent tits, and that red hot mouth. Those sexy pair of lips made Jeff weak every time. But she was just a girl on his computer screen. No more real than his fantasies of her.

He had commented on her web site. It was innocent enough. He left as simple and slightly suggestive a comment as, “It’s good to see you enjoy what you do. If I had the chance, I’d be your slave to do whatever you wanted with.” It seems that was all it took, because a few days later, he got a strange email from a girl claiming to be Katelyn.

“You’re fired!”

Jeff snapped out of his day dream. “Wha… What? You can’t fire me? What’d I do?!”

“You’re an idiot! That’s what you did. I’ve been yelling at you for ten minutes and you haven’t said a damn thing! If you don’t care about what I have to say, then you can just leave!” The manager began walking away. Jeff pleaded with her to give him a second chance.

“I need this job, Jane!”

The sixty year old lady turned 180 degrees on her heels and looked Jeff in the eyes. She stared him down for a very long two seconds before saying, “Get you stuff out of your locker. I expect the keys and lock on my desk before you leave.”

It was 3 PM when Jeff got home. He threw his coat on the counter. Sitting down on his old couch, he put his head in his hands and contemplated his next move. He sat like this for nearly fifteen minutes before giving up on thinking.

He went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. There was a six-pack of beer with 1 left, a small amount of milk left in a jug dated 3 weeks ago, and a single Betty Crocker swiss roll. Staring blankly at his empty fridge, he grabbed the beer and the last swiss roll and returned to the couch.

Grabbing the remote he turned on his 16 inch TV only to find a static screen and blaring white noise. Jumping a little, he fumbled the remote in search of the volume button. Finally muting it, he muttered to himself, “Fucking shut my cable off…”

He cracked opened the beer, took a sip, then took a bite out of the swiss roll. His eyes scanned across the room. He didn’t have very much. His apartment consisted of three rooms. The living room and kitchen were connected leading to his bedroom and his shower-only bathroom.

That’s when his eyes fell upon his laptop. Jumping up in excitement he grabbed the laptop and opened it. He had hesitantly replied to the girl claiming to be Katelyn almost a week ago and she still hadn‘t replied. He wasn’t expecting much, but he couldn’t help but be curious. For now, it was at least fun.

Jeff connected to the internet using his neighbor’s wifi. Immediately, he logged into his email and checked his inbox. There were no new messages. Not even any penis enhancement spam.

He laid back on the couch a little more depressed then before. He took a deep sip of his beer and greedily shoved the rest of the swiss roll into his mouth. The TV was still on. It looked angry. As if the TV were silently screaming at him. Jeff finished his beer and grimaced a little bit at the taste. He checked the date and noticed it too was three weeks old. Sighing heavily, he put his laptop on his cardboard box coffee table, closed it, grabbed his keys and left his apartment.

Jeff didn’t get home until 2 AM. He had met up with some his friend and gone bar-hopping to celebrate his newly found “freedom”.  He was so drunk he couldn’t hold himself up. His friends had to help him get back to his apartment. Once inside, they threw him on the couch. Laughing, they bid him good luck and left him in his apartment to return to the bars.

Jeff slept for an hour on the couch before being awoken by a sudden heaving urge in his stomach. He rolled off the couch, crushing his cardboard box coffee table, knocking his laptop onto the floor. Jeff stumbled into his bathroom and managed to make it to the toilet where he let loose the entire contents of his stomach.

Jeff couldn’t help the tears in his eyes from the stinging sensation in his nose. He merely hovered his head in the toilet just above the water and reached up with his left hand to flush it all away. With great effort, he stood up and turned the sink on. After cleaning himself up, Jeff felt a lot better. He was still kind of drunk and already had a headache, but he wasn’t nauseas.

Making his way across the living room, he noticed he knocked his laptop on the floor. Cursing to himself, he hoped it was okay. He picked up and sat down on his couch with the computer on his lap. Opening it up, he inspected the screen and found no damage.

Then, without much thought, Jeff opened up his email. He couldn’t help but wonder if this girl was really Katelyn. She had cited the exact comment he left her. So it had to at least be someone who went to the site. Jeff’s heart skipped a beat when he saw one new message in his inbox. When he opened it, it was from her.

He eagerly read the email, “Jeff, I’m sorry I haven’t replied! I have been very busy disciplining my little slaves. They’ve been very naughty as of late. Anyway, I’m very interested in meeting you. I’m going to be shooting some new movies and I need a few extras. I pay good! If you’re interested, please just send me your resume and perhaps we can have an interview.

Your Goddess,
Katelyn.”


The drunken Jeff wasted no time replying. He had applied to many jobs before, so he always had his resume set up and ready to go in .PDF form. Attaching it to the email he pushed send. Squinting at the screen, swaying back and forth, he smiled when it confirmed the email was sent. Jeff put the laptop away and went to bed.

---1 Day Before the Shoot

Jeff’s cell phone rang again. He had been blindly pushing ignore. He was not sick, but his headache was incapacitating. About the fourth time the phone rang, he looked at the number, muttering, “Who the fuck is calling me at 7:30 in the goddamn morning?!”

The number was listed as unknown. Confused, Jeff pushed answer and groggily spoke into the phone, “Hello? Who is this?”

“Hello, is this Jeff?” A very pretty voice came from the other side.

Jeff was confused. He recognized the voice, but couldn’t quite place it. Besides, none of the girls he knew would be interested in calling him this early in the morning for pretty much anything.

“Yes…” He replied nervously, “Who is this?”

“Are you ready for that interview?” The voice replied almost excitedly.

Jeff slapped his hand on his forehead and mouthed the word “fuck”. The events of last night came rushing back. He had been so drunk, he found no problem in sending someone who may or may not be the actual Katelyn his job resume. In which was his cell phone number and social security.

“Ummm… I guess so. Right now?” Jeff was getting really nervous. Until the girl on the other end spoke again.

“Yes, right now! Unless you’re no longer interested in working with me. There are many other applicants and I need to beginning shooting tomorrow!” Jeff listened very carefully to the voice, his heart was in his chest now. If this wasn’t Katelyn, who ever was scamming him was damn good at impersonating her. That voice was unmistakable. Ignoring his headache, he jumped out of bed and scrambled for some clothes to wear.

“Yes, I can meet you right now. Where abouts?” Jeff said, trying to normalize his voice so he didn’t sound hungover.

“You can meet me at Sandy’s Café, I’ll be here until 8:00.” With that, she hung up.

Sandy’s Café was right down the street from his apartment. Just a five minute walk. Quickly, he got dressed, brushed his teeth and left the apartment without even eating. He was down the street and at the café five minutes before 8.

Cautiously approaching the café, he began to have doubts again. This was all happening so fast. Not only was he going to meet the Katelyn, but he was going to get paid. It was incredibly convenient after being fired a day ago.

Not seeing any sign of Katelyn, Jeff frowned and took a seat at one of the outside benches. A waitress came over and he ordered a coffee. It didn’t take her long and she came back with it. Jeff took a few sips of it and waited.

Looking around, he began to feel stupid. “What am I doing? Was I really that naïve?” Jeff muttered to himself angrily. He looked at the clock inside the café, it read 8:23 AM.

“Fuck this, I’m out of here.” Dismayed and upset, he began to walk back to his apartment. Along the way, his headache returned with the loss of excitement. Jeff also began to feel a bit sick to his stomach. “I should’ve grabbed something to eat while I was there.”

Climbing the stairs to his apartment he pulled his keys out and noticed his hands were shaking uncontrollably. He felt a deep shiver run through his spine as he suddenly lost fine motor control in his hands, dropping the hot cup of coffee. It hit the ground, knocking the cover off, splashing hot coffee all over the carpeted floors and onto Jeff’s pants. But Jeff was doubled over in so much, he didn’t care about the coffee.

“Ahhh!” He let out a muffled scream, looking to see if anyone was around. There was not. The pain in his gut and head was so intense now, he crumbled to floor and rolled into the fetal position. His vision started to blur as he heard footsteps coming down the hall.

He tried to scream help, but he was in so much pain he couldn’t focus his mind on anything else. A shadowy figure loomed over him and bend down into his face. It was a woman. She had long hair but her face was obscured by Jeff’s failing vision.

A familiar voice rang into his ears, “Good news, Jeff… You got the job.”