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[Mini Stories] Double stories!

Published: August 30th 2024, 2:00:15 pm

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I hope you are doing good! I have a double story for you today! What I like about today's stories is that they are told from a different perspective, so I hope you like them! Tiers 3 & 4 members you can find 5 alt images for the second story! Let me know what you think of them and the stories!

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Story 1: A Smaller Perspective

"Mum, come on! We're going to be late for the convention!" David's voice echoed through the house, tinged with the impatience only a teenager could muster.

Haley sighed, running a hand through her short brown hair as she peered into the mirror. At 6'8", she was considered petite in this new world, but her muscular frame still betrayed the effects of the virus that had changed everything a decade ago.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she called back, easily clearing the doorframe as she left her bedroom. "Honestly, David, I don't know why you're so keen on me tagging along to this tech thing. You know I'm hopeless with gadgets."

David, all gangly limbs and enthusiasm at sixteen, rolled his eyes. "Because, Mum, it's not just about gadgets. It's about the future! Plus, Dad said you need to get out more."

Haley snorted, ruffling her son's hair as she passed him. "Oh, did he now? Well, remind me to have a word with your father when he gets back from his business trip."

As they made their way to the car, Haley couldn't help but notice how David, at 5'11", was still significantly shorter than her. It was still strange sometimes, even after all these years, to tower over her own children.

The drive to the convention centre was filled with David's excited chatter about the latest innovations they might see. Haley nodded along, only half-listening as she navigated the streets that had been widened to accommodate the larger vehicles now necessary for many women.

"...and they say there's this new VR game that's supposed to be mind-blowing," David was saying as they pulled into the car park.

"VR game?" Haley raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were more into those strategy games on your tablet."

David shrugged. "This is different, Mum. It's not just for fun. It's like... an experience, you know?"

As they entered the convention centre, Haley had to admit she was impressed. The place was buzzing with energy, filled with people of all sizes milling around futuristic-looking displays. Most of the women towered over Haley, their heights easily exceeding 7 feet.

"Look, Mum! There it is!" David pointed excitedly to a booth surrounded by a crowd of mostly women. The sign above it read 'RetroCorp: Experience Your Past'.

Curiosity piqued, Haley allowed David to drag her towards the booth. As they got closer, she could see women putting on sleek VR headsets and then... acting strangely. They were looking up, reaching out as if things were suddenly higher, and moving with an unfamiliar gait.

"What in the world?" Haley muttered, watching as a woman who must have been at least 7'5" seemed to be struggling to reach something at eye level once the headset was on.

A chipper young man in a RetroCorp uniform approached them. "Hello there! Interested in trying our new VR experience?"

David nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! I mean, not me, but my mum here. Right, Mum?"

Haley hesitated. "I'm not sure... what exactly does it do?"

The young man smiled. "It's quite remarkable, really. Our VR system allows women who were affected by the 2035 virus to experience the world from the perspective they had before the change. It's a fully immersive simulation of everyday life, pre-2035, from the viewpoint of an average 5'6" woman."

Haley's heart skipped a beat. To see the world from her old perspective again, even if just virtually... The thought was both thrilling and terrifying.

"I... I don't know," she said, looking around at the other women trying the system. Some were laughing, others looked shocked, and a few even seemed to be crying.

"Come on, Mum," David urged. "It looks amazing. And it's free to try!"

The young man nodded. "That's right. We're offering free 15-minute trials today. No pressure, of course, but it really is a unique experience."

Haley took a deep breath. "Alright," she said finally. "I'll give it a go."

As she was led to an empty booth, Haley felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. The assistant helped her put on the headset and adjust it to fit comfortably.

"Okay, Mrs...?"

"Parker. Haley Parker."

"Right, Mrs. Parker. When I activate the system, you'll feel a brief moment of disorientation. This is normal. The simulation will start in your home. Just act naturally, as if it's a regular day. Remember, you're not actually shrinking - your perspective is just changing to that of a 5'6" woman. Are you ready?"

Haley nodded, her heart pounding. "I think so."

"Alright, here we go. Enjoy your trip to the past, Mrs. Parker."

There was a whoosh, a moment of dizziness, and then...

Haley blinked, finding herself standing in a kitchen. Her kitchen, but... different. Bigger. She looked down at her hands, turning them over in wonder. They looked the same, but everything around them seemed larger.

She moved to the mirror hanging in the hallway, her steps feeling strange and unfamiliar. The face that looked back at her was her own, but the perspective was all wrong. She had to look up slightly to meet her own eyes in the mirror.

"Oh my god," she whispered, touching her face in disbelief. Her voice sounded the same, but it felt different coming from this new vantage point.

A call from upstairs jolted her out of her reverie. "Mum! Have you seen my blue shirt?"

It was David's voice, but it sounded... different. Deeper? Haley cleared her throat and called back, "Check the laundry basket, honey!"

She made her way to the kitchen, marvelling at how different everything felt. The countertops, once comfortably at waist height, now seemed tall. She had to reach up to open a cupboard, the simple act bringing back a flood of memories.

As she started to make breakfast, going through the motions of a routine long past, Haley found herself becoming emotional. It was all so familiar, yet so foreign. She stretched to get a pan from a high shelf, the action reminding her of a time when such reaches were commonplace.

David thundered down the stairs, a whirlwind of pre-teen energy. "Morning, Mum!"

Haley turned, and for a moment, her breath caught in her throat. David, her little boy, was looking down at her. Not just a couple of inches, but significantly. She had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes.

"Morning, sweetheart," she managed, pulling him into a hug. It felt different, being able to rest her head against his chest instead of having him barely reach her shoulders.

As they sat down to breakfast, Haley found herself savouring every moment. The way her feet touched the ground when she sat in her chair, the slight stretch required to reach across the table, the novel experience of looking up at her son across the breakfast table.

"So, what's the plan for today?" David asked through a mouthful of toast.

Haley smiled, remembering the routine of their pre-virus life. "Well, I've got to pop to the shops, then I thought we could go to the park? Maybe have a kickabout?"

David nodded enthusiastically. "Sounds great! I'll grab the ball."

As he bounded off, Haley marvelled at his energy, seeing it from this new (old) perspective. She stood up, still getting used to the feeling of being shorter, and began to clear the table.

Suddenly, she heard a knock at the door. "I'll get it!" David called, rushing past her.

Haley followed, curious. As David opened the door, she found herself looking up... and up... and up at a man standing on their doorstep. It took her a moment to realize it was their neighbor, Mr. Johnson.

"Good morning, David," Mr. Johnson said, his voice booming from above. "Is your mother home?"

Haley stepped forward, craning her neck to look up at Mr. Johnson's face. It was a strange sensation - in her real life, she was taller than him.

"I'm here, Mr. Johnson," she said, her voice sounding small to her own ears. "What can I do for you?"

As Mr. Johnson explained about a neighborhood watch meeting, Haley found herself distracted by the sheer novelty of having to look up at a man. It was disconcerting, but also oddly nostalgic.

After Mr. Johnson left, Haley turned to David. "Well, that was... different."

David looked at her quizzically. "What do you mean, Mum? Mr. Johnson always comes by about the neighborhood watch stuff."

Haley shook her head, remembering that in this simulation, her size difference wasn't unusual. "Nothing, honey. Just thinking out loud."

As they prepared to leave for the shops, Haley found herself struggling with tasks she normally found easy. Reaching for her coat on the high hook by the door required stretching on her tiptoes. Getting into the car felt like climbing rather than sliding in.

The drive to the shops was another novel experience. The steering wheel seemed huge, and she had to adjust the seat forward significantly. As they walked through the store, Haley found herself having to look up at most of the men, and even some of the women. It was a humbling experience, reminding her of a time when she didn't stand out in a crowd.

"Mum, can we get these?" David asked, holding up a box of biscuits from a high shelf.

Haley nodded, realizing she would have had trouble reaching that shelf herself. It was a stark reminder of how much her life had changed.

As they were checking out, Haley fumbled with her purse, her fingers feeling clumsy as she tried to retrieve her credit card. The cashier, a tall man, smiled down at her patiently.

"Take your time, ma'am," he said kindly.

Haley felt a blush creep up her cheeks. She wasn't used to feeling so... small.

On the way home, David chatted excitedly about their plans for the park. Haley listened, still marvelling at how different his voice sounded from this perspective.

At the park, Haley found herself out of breath much quicker than usual as they kicked the ball around. Her shorter legs meant she had to work harder to keep up with David.

"You okay, Mum?" David asked, concern in his voice as Haley bent over, hands on her knees, panting.

"I'm fine, sweetheart," she gasped. "Just a bit out of shape, I guess."

As they sat on a bench to rest, Haley looked around the park. Everything seemed so much bigger from this viewpoint - the trees towered over her, the playground equipment looked massive, and even the other park-goers seemed larger than life.

A group of men jogged past, and Haley found herself having to crane her neck to watch them go by. It was a strange feeling, being smaller than almost everyone around her.

Suddenly, a frisbee came flying towards them. Without thinking, Haley reached up to catch it - and missed. The frisbee sailed over her outstretched hands, bouncing off the bench behind her.

"Sorry!" a voice called. A tall woman jogged over, easily plucking the frisbee from where it had landed. "Are you alright?"

Haley nodded, still a bit stunned. "Yes, I'm fine. Just... misjudged the distance, I guess."

As the woman ran back to her friends, Haley turned to David, who was looking at her strangely. "Mum, are you sure you're okay? You've been acting weird all day."

Before Haley could respond, a loud beeping interrupted her thoughts. A voice announced, "Two minutes remaining in your trial."

Haley felt a pang of disappointment. Only two minutes left in this world of memories? She quickly stood up, trying to soak in every detail of this perspective.

"David, honey," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "Can I have a hug?"

David looked confused but obliged. Haley wrapped her arms around him, marvelling at how different it felt to be enveloped by her son rather than enveloping him.

"I love you, sweetheart," she murmured into his chest.

"Love you too, Mum," David replied, sounding bemused. "Are you sure you're alright?"

The beeping sound came again, louder this time. "Trial ending in 3... 2... 1..."

There was another moment of disorientation, and then Haley found herself back in the convention centre, the VR headset being gently removed from her face. She blinked, readjusting to her surroundings and her body.

"Welcome back, Mrs. Parker," the RetroCorp assistant said softly. "How was your experience?"

Haley stood up, once again towering over the young man. She flexed her fingers, feeling the strength in them, and took a deep breath, marvelling at how different the world looked from up here.

"It was... incredible," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "Thank you."

As she stepped out of the booth, she saw David waiting for her, looking up at her with a mix of excitement and concern.

"Mum! How was it? What did you see? Was it weird?"

Haley laughed, pulling her son into a hug, noting how different it felt from the hug in the simulation. "It was amazing, sweetheart. And yes, a little weird. But mostly... it was beautiful."

As they walked away from the RetroCorp booth, David chattering away about what he'd seen while she was in the simulation, Haley found herself looking at the world around her with new eyes. Yes, this world of towering women and adapted infrastructure was different from the one she'd just experienced in VR. But it was real, and it was hers.

She ruffled David's hair, smiling down at him. "You know what, David? I'm glad you dragged me here today."

David beamed up at her. "See? I told you it would be cool!"

Haley nodded, her mind still partly in the past, partly in the present. "It was. Now, what do you say we go home and have a kickabout in the garden? For old times' sake."

As they left the convention centre, Haley felt a sense of peace settle over her. The VR experience had been a wonderful glimpse into the past, but it had also made her appreciate her present. This world, with all its changes and challenges, was where she belonged. And as she looked down at her son, she realized that while some things had changed dramatically, the most important things - love, family, connection - remained beautifully the same.

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Story 2: Little Big Love

"Are you sure about this, Mark?" Syren asked, her voice tinged with a mix of skepticism and hope. She shifted uncomfortably in the waiting room chair, which creaked under her 7'2" frame.

Mark looked up at his wife, craning his neck slightly. At 5'9", he was considered tall for a man these days, but he still felt dwarfed next to Syren's muscular form. "Honey, we've tried everything else. Dr. Chen comes highly recommended. Besides, Jen and Tom swear by her methods."

Syren sighed, her massive shoulders rising and falling like mountains. "I know, I know. It's just... hypnosis? It sounds a bit far-fetched, doesn't it?"

Before Mark could respond, the office door opened, and a petite woman stepped out. Despite being one of the few women unaffected by the virus, Dr. Chen exuded an aura of confidence that seemed to fill the room.

"Mr. and Mrs. Thompson? I'm ready for you now," she said with a warm smile.

As they entered the office, Syren had to duck to avoid hitting her head on the doorframe. Mark noticed her wince and felt a pang of guilt. It had been his idea to seek therapy, after all.

Dr. Chen gestured to a large, reinforced couch that took up most of the room. "Please, make yourselves comfortable. Syren, I had this custom-made for my taller clients. You should find it adequately supportive."

Syren lowered herself onto the couch, which groaned slightly but held firm. Mark sat next to her, his feet barely touching the ground. The size difference between them had never felt more pronounced.

"Now," Dr. Chen began, settling into her chair across from them, "Jen and Tom briefed me on your situation, but I'd like to hear it from you. What brings you to my office today?"

Mark and Syren exchanged glances. After a moment of silent communication, Mark spoke up. "Well, Dr. Chen, it's... it's about our size difference. We've been struggling with it lately."

Syren nodded, her voice soft despite her imposing stature. "We love each other, we really do. But sometimes it's hard to... connect. Physically and emotionally."

Dr. Chen leaned forward, her expression compassionate. "I see. And how long have you been feeling this way?"

"It's been building for a while," Mark admitted. "But it really came to a head last month when-"

"When I accidentally broke our bed," Syren interjected, her cheeks flushing. "I was just turning over in my sleep, and suddenly there was this awful crack..."

Dr. Chen nodded understandingly. "These things happen more often than you'd think. The world is still adjusting to the changes brought by the virus. But I sense there's more to it than just practical issues?"

Mark sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's... it's hard to explain. Sometimes I feel like less of a man, you know? Syren's so strong, she can do everything herself. She doesn't need me to open jars or reach high shelves or... or protect her."

Syren's eyes widened. "Oh, Mark, I had no idea you felt that way! I need you for so much more than that. I need your kindness, your humor, your..."

"I understand," Dr. Chen interrupted gently. "These feelings are common in couples dealing with significant size differences. Mark, you're struggling with traditional notions of masculinity. And Syren, you're probably dealing with feelings of guilt or self-consciousness about your size. Am I on the right track?"

They both nodded, looking relieved to have their feelings validated.

"Well," Dr. Chen continued, a small smile playing on her lips, "I believe I can help you. I've developed a technique that I think will be particularly effective for your situation. It involves guided hypnosis and role reversal. Are you willing to give it a try?"

Mark and Syren looked at each other again. After a moment, Syren shrugged her massive shoulders. "We've come this far. Might as well go all in, right?"

Mark nodded, squeezing her hand. "Right. Let's do it, Dr. Chen."

"Excellent," Dr. Chen said, standing up. "I'm going to dim the lights and put on some soft music. I want you both to close your eyes and focus on my voice. Can you do that for me?"

As the room darkened and soothing melodies filled the air, Mark and Syren settled back into the couch, their eyes drifting shut. Dr. Chen's voice, low and rhythmic, washed over them.

"I want you to imagine yourselves in a meadow. The grass is soft beneath your feet, the sun warm on your skin. As you walk hand in hand, you come across a shimmering pool of water. Look into its surface. What do you see?"

Syren's brow furrowed slightly. "I see... us. But different. I'm smaller, and Mark... Mark's bigger than me."

"That's right," Dr. Chen's voice encouraged. "Step into the pool. Feel the cool water swirling around you, changing you. Syren, you're shrinking, becoming petite and delicate. Mark, you're growing taller, broader, stronger. Can you feel it?"

Mark nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "I feel... powerful. Protective."

"And I feel... safe," Syren murmured. "Cherished."

"Good," Dr. Chen said softly. "Now, I want you to live in this new reality for a while. Go about your day as if these changes were real. How does it feel? What's different? What's the same?"

For what seemed like hours, Mark and Syren explored this inverted world. They cooked dinner together, with Mark easily reaching high shelves and Syren fitting comfortably at the kitchen counter. They went for a walk, with Mark's long strides setting the pace and Syren tucked under his protective arm. They even imagined being intimate, with Mark gently lifting Syren as if she weighed nothing.

Throughout it all, Dr. Chen's voice guided them, asking questions, prompting reflections. "How does it feel to be the smaller one, Syren? Mark, what responsibilities come with your new size?"

Finally, Dr. Chen's voice took on a different tone. "Now, it's time to return to reality. As I count backward from ten, you'll feel yourself changing back. The shimmering pool reappears, and as you step into it, you return to your true selves. Ten... nine... eight..."

As she reached "one," Mark and Syren's eyes fluttered open. They looked at each other, then down at themselves, as if confirming that they were back to normal.

"Welcome back," Dr. Chen said warmly. "How do you feel?"

Syren flexed her muscular arm, watching the bicep bulge. "It's... strange. I feel like I've been away for days, but also like no time has passed at all."

Mark nodded, stretching his smaller frame. "Yeah, it's disorienting. But also... illuminating? Is that the right word?"

Dr. Chen smiled. "It often is. Now, I'd like you to spend some time discussing your experience. What did you learn? How did it feel to walk in each other's shoes, so to speak?"

For the next hour, Mark and Syren talked more openly than they had in months. They laughed about the absurdity of some situations, teared up over realizations about each other's struggles, and found new appreciation for their unique dynamic.

As their session came to an end, Dr. Chen leaned back in her chair, looking satisfied. "I think we've made excellent progress today. I'd like to see you again next week, if you're willing. In the meantime, I encourage you to continue these discussions at home. Really explore what you've learned about each other."

Mark and Syren left the office hand in hand, both lost in thought. As they reached their car, Syren paused, looking down at Mark with a new light in her eyes.

"You know," she said softly, "I never realized how much pressure you must feel, being the smaller one. I'm sorry if I've ever made you feel... less than."

Mark squeezed her hand, marveling at how it engulfed his own. "And I never fully appreciated how hard it must be for you, always having to be careful, always standing out. You handle it with such grace."

They smiled at each other, a new understanding passing between them. As they drove home, they continued to talk, sharing insights and feelings that the hypnosis had brought to the surface.

That night, as they lay in bed (a new, reinforced one that could withstand Syren's size), Mark propped himself up on one elbow, looking at his wife with a mixture of awe and desire.

"You know," he said, his voice husky, "I've always found you attractive. But after today... seeing you through new eyes... Syren, you're absolutely stunning."

Syren blushed, her massive frame shifting slightly under the covers. "Really? Even with all... this?" She gestured to her muscular body.

Mark nodded emphatically. "Especially with all that. Your strength, your curves... do you know how sexy it is that you could probably bench press a car?"

Syren laughed, the sound rumbling through the bedroom. "Well, I've never tried, but maybe we should add that to our date night activities."

She reached out, gently cupping Mark's face in her large hand. "And you, my love, are the most handsome man I've ever known. Your mind, your heart... that's where true strength lies. I'm so lucky to have you."

As they kissed, their size difference no longer felt like a barrier but a thrilling compliment to their relationship. Mark reveled in the feeling of being enveloped by Syren's powerful arms, while Syren delighted in the gentle, reverent way Mark touched her.

Later, as they lay contentedly in each other's arms, Mark murmured, "We should definitely keep seeing Dr. Chen. This perspective shift... it's incredible."

Syren nodded, her chin brushing the top of Mark's head. "Agreed. And maybe we could do some role-playing at home too? You know, to keep the insights fresh."

Mark grinned up at her. "I like the way you think, Mrs. Thompson. Although, I might need a step ladder for some of those role-reversals."

As they drifted off to sleep, both Mark and Syren felt a renewed appreciation for each other and a newfound excitement for their future together. Their size difference, once a source of tension, now felt like just another unique and beautiful aspect of their relationship. In each other's arms, big or small, they were exactly where they belonged.