Dressing Down - Part 02

Ivana Nestaj's eyes flared, her lips coiling into a snarl. “I built the bloody thing, of course I know what it does.” She squared herself to the desk. “And it shouldn’t have been removed from the lab, that is your final screw up.” Holding out one hand, she tilted her head back. “You’re done, hand me the device, and meet security by your desk.”

Ivana's green eyes narrowed as she smirked. Millie’s body felt cold, her own expression faltering. The tall brunette hadn’t moved since she spoke, but it felt like she was closing in. Looming over her from 2 meters away.

The cool steel receiver rolled against her wrist as she stared up at her aggressor, the weight reinvigorating Millie’s spirits. With a sigh, Millie lowered her gaze, shifting to stand.

Rising from her seat, she rolled the emitter towards Ivana and pressed the trigger. The desk seemed sliced in two by the reflection of the beam, purple light bathing the grain as the device surged and crackled.

Ivana had barely flinched by the time the device began its work. Millie beamed as Ivana seemed to recede before her. Her smart outfit seemed a little ill-fitting, her brown hair bunching at her collar.

Millie’s creaking smile broke wider as she watched the woman dwindle. She shrieked in surprise as her smart skirt shifted off her hips, the sound and volume of her voice sliding higher and higher with each passing second.

Leaning forward, Millie beamed as Ivana’s panicked flailing caused her outfit to fall and collapse on her shrinking body. Ivana’s voice grew quieter, and quieter, until Millie realized her own voice was the only one she could hear. Cackling in the nearly empty room, with only a small pile of clothes stacked in a mound where Ivana once stood.

Setting the emitter down, Millie prowled around the desk her shadow covering the rolling field of green and black. Squatting low, Millie gently peeled through the still warm garments. Folding and pressing, she revealed a small tunnel of cloth. Ivana was sprawled at the bottom, tangled in useless tights and the hem of a surprisingly daring set of pants. The tag had flopped over her tiny shoulder. She couldn’t have been more than ten centimeters tall.

“There she is. How does it feel Ms. Nestaj… I think you’re the first woman in history to be shrunk…” she pursed her lips, grinning down at Ivana. “I wouldn’t know. What was it you said? ‘The project's… over my head..?’ I bet you wish you’d let me do more than fetch lattes and straighten your office.”

Millie gripped Ivana’s tiny frame in one delicate hand., she felt so light, it was like Millie was holding a little mouse in her hand. “ Why…I probably couldn’t restore you even if I wanted to--” Millie drew the little woman close to her face, she could feel Ivana’s pulse surging in her hand. “And I assure you…I REALLY don’t.”