This choice: Stephanie - A short, skinny, short-haired fantasy lover • Go Back...Chapter #4Stephanie - A short, skinny, short-haired fanta... by: Wishing fox  The apartment was quiet, save for the hum of the television playing some forgettable afternoon show. The mysterious device—now understood to be a shrink ray—rested in your palm, its smooth metallic surface cool against your skin. The possibilities were endless, but one thought dominated your mind: Who would appreciate this the most?
A grin spread across your face as you pulled out your phone. There was only one person who would truly understand the magnitude of this discovery—Stephanie.
A Greek Storm Arrives
From the living room window, you spotted a familiar figure pedaling toward the building with reckless enthusiasm. Stephanie, her short dark hair ruffled by the wind, rode her bike as if she were in some grand chariot race, her sandaled feet pressing hard against the pedals.
She skidded to a halt outside, hopping off with a flourish before looking up at the window. Spotting you, she waved both arms wildly, her grin wide enough to rival the sun.
“Ελα! Ελα! Open the window!” she called up, her voice carrying the melodic lilt of her Greek accent.
You chuckled and pushed the window open, leaning out. “You know there’s a front door, right?”
Stephanie scoffed, placing her hands on her hips. “Και? Doors are boring. Windows are more dramatic!” Without waiting, she grabbed the ledge and hoisted herself up, her sandals scraping against the brick as she clambered inside. You caught her by the arms, helping her over the sill, and she tumbled in with a laugh.
Before you could react, Stephanie threw her arms around you in a tight hug. “Μου λείπεις!” she sighed dramatically. “I missed you! Now—what’s so important that you had to call me over?”
You smirked, holding up the shrink ray. “This.”
Stephanie’s eyes locked onto the device. For a moment, she was utterly still—then she launched forward, hands outstretched. “Δώστο μου!” (Give it to me!)
You yanked it back. “Not so fast.”
Stephanie stomped her foot. “Γιατί όχι?!” (Why not?!) Her voice rose, her Greek slipping out in her frustration. “You tease me with this… this θεϊκό (divine) weapon, and now you won’t even let me hold it?!”
You chuckled. “What if I told you this thing can shrink anything?”
Stephanie froze. Her eyes widened. Then, slowly, a wicked smile curled across her lips.
The Temptation
You demonstrated the shrink ray on a coffee mug, reducing it to the size of a thimble. Stephanie gasped, scooping it into her palm with trembling fingers. “Απίστευτο…” (Unbelievable…)
Then her gaze flicked to you.
A dangerous glint sparked in her eyes.
“I could shrink you,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing.
You blinked. “Wait, what?”
Stephanie stepped closer, her grin turning predatory. “Imagine it. You, tiny and helpless. Me, towering over you like a goddess.” She traced a finger down your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. “I’ve dreamed of this.”
You swallowed hard. The way she looked at you—like you were a plaything, a mere mortal beneath her power—sent heat rushing to your cheeks.
“Well?” she purred, tilting her head. “Do I have to take it from you?”
Your grip tightened on the shrink ray. Stephanie’s eyes followed the movement, her smile widening.
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