It was 1996. Dr Ann O’Malley had recently approached 26 year old Martin in an inner Sydney City mall and asked if she could shrink him and eat him. Two weeks later, he had gone out dancing with her one night, enjoyed his first kisses, and then been reduced to tiny size, having agreed to be eaten by her. She had just explained the origin of the formula which she had used to shrink him. It was a derivation of the Super Schoolboy formula, that had once created Captain Miniature. This current formula could only reduce a person’s size permanently, without imparting any super powers.

“Wow!” said Martin, looking from her gentle fingers to her lovely huge beaming face in admiration, “You’re behind the origin of Captain Miniature.”

“I never told him or anyone else of my desire to eat someone. I’ve enjoyed learning about your life story. I’ll tell you mine, and you’ll understand why I chose to make him a super hero rather than asking him about eating him. Now that I’ve learned about women who can become giantesses to eat boys, and so on, I’ve always wished I had that power too. But by shrinking you, I’ve at least made it possible to eat you, thanks to your generous agreement. It’s only fair to tell you my life story first.”

“I’d love to hear it all,” said Martin.

“Well sit on my shoulder for a while, and then change to the lap of my dress when it suits you,” she said, and began to narrate her tale:

Perhaps an orphan lives in a world, which is smaller than even the world of an only child, for an orphan lives a life, which cannot be shared with any known relatives. The origin of an orphan could well be unknown, a secret that was never revealed to the orphan concerned. There have been some orphans who have followed the ways of foster children, searching for the secrets of their own past, and finding success or failure in their attempts to unravel the mysteries.

An orphan might also live in a world of many people, a world where everyone is an orphan, a world specifically for orphans, a world that derives its name accordingly, an orphanage.

Ann O’Malley was an orphan who had lived in an orphanage for as long as she could remember. She knew nothing of her past and was content to continue the life she had always known at Sydney's Freedom Fields Girls Orphanage in St Ives. The site was located on the eastern outskirts of St Ives, away from the urbanized North Shore line, but close enough to commute to Gordon on Mona Vale Road whenever it was necessary.

The orphanage had an abundance of land, partly covered by a swimming pool, a sporting oval and several trees, which decorated the land for miles around. Freedom Fields was a perfect compromise. The orphans of the colossal three storey monasterial structure could enjoy the beauty of the countryside with all of the modern conveniences as well. It was so named to reflect the policy of the orphanage, which was to allow the girls as much freedom as possible, without failing to discipline them whenever it was deemed necessary. The girls were required to attend school at the local high schools either in Gordon, St Ives, Pymble or Turramurra, and then return home by bus.