“What a rough day,” Brad complained from his tiny cloth bed on the nightstand beside Casey’s own bed. Casey was lying on the bed beside him, wearing her Electabuzz PJs. They were both tucked in and ready for bed. Tomorrow they’d be leaving this town and hopefully find somewhere that served Shrinkees. Casey tucked her arms behind her head and rolled over to look at Brad.

“How was today rough for you? I did all the running, you just had to hold on,” Casey grumbled. She remembered Brad screaming several things during the chase; mostly how this was her fault and why did he always get into these situations when he was with Casey. Nothing too hurtful. Although, that one comment to get her fat ass in gear did peeve her off a little.

“Hey, it’s hard staying on top of you when you’re running. I can’t grab your hair because it’s under your hat and that baseball jersey isn’t exactly easy to cling to.”

“Whatever, all that matters is that we got away.” Casey closed her eyes and sighed softly. It was nice having a hotel bed to sleep on. The SS Annie’s beds sucked, too hard to get totally comfortable, and forget about finding a comfy place to sleep on outside. If you didn’t have a rock jabbing you in the ribs, then you had to cold, hard ground to deal with. The comfort of this hotel room was the perfect place for her to unveil her plan to Brad. He should know the basics of operation get Brad laid so he doesn’t go nuts from lack of sex. Casey reminded herself to come up with a better name tomorrow.

“Brad, are you horny?” Casey asked, using as little tact as possible.
Sighing, Brad rolled his eyes. “If I say yes, will you try to diddle with me?”

“No, no, no,” Casey said, waving her hands in front of her face. She cut short the added remark, ‘unless you want me to,’ because she knew what Brad was going to say. He saw her as a friend and only that, which was fine with Casey. Maybe someday she dreamed of having Brad as her personal sex slave, but those days had passed. She loved him, enough not to rape the little guy like she had hundreds of his Shrinkee brothers.

“I was just thinking it would be cool if we could find you a girl. You know, so you could let out all that pent up frustration. The more I’ve thought about it, the more I’m certain of one thing. The only way your going to have a meaningful fling is if we find you a Shrinkee girl.”

“Interesting idea,” Brad though. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. He did miss having an outlet for his sexual energy and it would be nice to have a girlfriend who he didn’t have to worry about eating or suffocating him. Maybe he could even find the one; someone to love and care for into his old age. But he could see one big snag. “I can only see one problem with your idea. Where are we going to find a Shrinkee girl?”

“Damn, I didn’t think of that,” Casey muttered, seeing a fatal flaw in her perfect plan. Since the shrinking had started, Casey had never seen a shrunken woman. She’d heard of shrinkee women, but had never seen one with her own two eyes. She looked at Brad, to see if he’d ever seen one before, but he shrugged.

“Where in the blue hell are we going to find a shrunken woman?”

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“Achoo!” Sneezed the diminutive member of Team Rocket. Jessie wiped her nose with the back of her hand. It wasn’t very lady like, but right now she was doing something even more unfeminine.

“Did you find any pizza crusts. I could really go for pizza crusts. I’d even settle for moldy pizza crusts,” Whined James from outside the trash can from where Jessie was diving for their dinner. They were outside the hotel where the group was staying. Not to ambush them, but rather to get something to eat. A string was wrapped around her waist as she dived, keeping her from falling to the bottom of the can. She’d pull on it when she found something to eat, hopefully, something better then moldy pizza crusts.

“Would you shut up and keep a look out! I don’t want anyone to see what were doing!” Jessie screamed, moving a banana peel aside so she could glare up at James. The cowardly blue haired man gulped in fright and nodded franticly. Jessie heaved a sigh; the only thing that hadn’t changed since she shrunk was James and his willingness to follow orders. Since that day when Jessie lost over five and a half feet of height, everything had gone to hell in a hand basket.

Team Rocket had gone through some major changes in management, mostly due to most of the male leaders becoming entrees and the female members had been called in as replacements. Jessie should be sitting outside a pent house sweet, sipping matinees and using James as a footstool. But it was not to be, Jessie had shrunk and now she was less useful to Team Rocket then a Magikarp. To Team Rocket, their squad now consisted of Meowth, James and a snack. Due to the fact that HQ knew James could go any second, they were only sending a tiny amount of money every week. Not even enough to buy one sandwich. Now thrust into even greater poverty, they had been getting their meals from the trash and begging for cash. It was so humiliating for Jessie, whom had once had such great dreams. Her life was now only about surviving.

“Gaaaah!” Jessie grunted, stepping in something sticky. She looked down at what it was and went pale at the sight of a giant used condom. She was franticly pulling on the string the next second, wanting out of this putrid hell. She was yanked up and popped out of the trash, landing in James’s hand.

“Did you find pizza crust?” James asked, like an excited seven year old. Jessie glared up at him, giving him the silent warning that if he didn’t shut up he was going to have her heels jabbed into his palm. Speaking of her shoes, Jessie looked down to inspect them and see the damage her dumpster dive had on her footwear. Jessie clenched her hands at seeing the horribly stained pair of dolls shoes she’d forced James to steal. They were completely ruined now.

When Jessie sat down on James’s palm, a loud ripping sound came from her skirt. The fragile fabric had ripped at the seams and was only hanging on by a thread. With a primal scream, Jessie tore off her boots, then her skirt and because it was stupid to wear only a shirt, she took that off. Sitting there naked in James’s hand, Jessie crawled into the fetal position, screaming between gritted teeth. This wasn’t supposed to happen to her. She was supposed to go places, be someone, and now she was probably going to freeze to death without any clothes.

“Jessie,” James muttered softly, hesitant to do anything but look at his fallen comrade. She was always the tough one, he was the whiner, the wimp, the first to scream like a girl. At the present, Jessie had been reduced to almost nothing. No job, no future, only him and Meowth. James looked at Meowth, he was siting on a trashcan, humming casually. He didn’t care about Jessie’s breakdown. It looked like it was just him and her. However, as long as he was big, he’d take care of her. No matter what.