I Swear, I'm Calling HR!
Added 2025-03-09 02:18:34 +0000 UTC"Cut it out!" she snapped, standing on the desk with her hands on her hips. She was now doll-sized after his repeated attacks with the iShrink app. When she saw his thumb hovering over the screen again, her stomach dropped.
He grinned. "Oh, come on, it's just a little adjustment."
She barely had time to protest before the world lurched around her. She wobbled, her skirt swishing as she dwindled another inch, then another, her perspective shifting with every tap of his screen.
"Are you serious right now?" she huffed, looking up at him. "I have work to do. An actual deadline. Unlike you, apparently."
"I don’t know, you look like you could use a break." He rested his chin on his hand, pretending to ponder. "Or maybe you’d be more productive at, say… a little smaller?"
Her blood ran cold. "Don't you dare—!"
Tap.
Her whole body tingled as the desk beneath her seemed to stretch wider. She let out a strangled noise, stumbling back against a bottle of hand sanitizer. She was tiny—four inches tall. She jabbed a finger up at him, her tiny voice full of frustration. "I am absolutely going to HR tomorrow."
