Rebecca and Mike were planning a games night. It seemed like a healthy, couple thing to do, and they were a healthy couple. It’s just that Mike was a shade under three inches tall.

It had been over a year since he shrank, and the two of them had made a lot of changes, but they’d managed to stay together. The sex part had been particularly difficult – Mike wasn’t exactly endowed with anything that could give his girlfriend pleasure, although she had become quite adept at using his whole body as a dildo, and liked to tease him by saying he was her favorite one, especially since his batteries never died.

Mike had sometimes tried to start more serious conversations on the topic – like, was she tempted by other, regular-sized men? But she always batted such ideas away. Ironic, he thought, because before he shrank she would sometimes openly worry that his gaze would be turned by some beauty at a party or at work. He’d assured it had never happened and never would, but now his promise was irrelevant. Mike could no more have an affair on the side than a pet hamster could sneak off for time with a new owner.

But he wondered about Rebecca. She was a beauty, no doubt about it. Dark brown eyes, jet-black hair. She wasn’t exactly what you’d call athletic, but she kept in shape and enjoyed working out. And she had nice curves where it mattered, he liked to think. But what did other men think? And did she think about their much larger bodies?

She stood about 5-foot-7. Mike had figured out the math and, given that he’d once been about an inch taller than her, his new height made it feel like she was somewhere north of 120 feet tall. Her lips were now as wide as his body, a fact he’d had much time to learn firsthand, because Rebecca loved kissing him. And her breasts – well, she had once accidentally dropped her bra on his tiny body while changing, and the C cup had covered him like a tent.

Rebecca drew up a short list of people to invite to the games night, and sent out some texts to see who was free. “What shall we play?” she asked her boyfriend. Then with a wicked grin: “Twister?”

“Very funny,” Mike replied. He tried to imagine how he would even begin to play “the game that ties you up in knots.” Maybe he would work the spinner? Maybe he’d BE the spinner? Better that that participating: there were too many ways he could end up crushed on the floor in a game of Twister. Although ... he imagined playing with their friend Sharon, who always seemed to show up to events in a short skirt and these little black boots ...

“I said, what about Monopoly?”

“Huh?” Mike’s mind had wandered. He refocused on Rebecca. “Sure, that sounds good. I can be my own piece! Although I’ll need you to handle my banking.”

“Just like in real life,” she said with a sigh and a smile, looking down at him.