One of her Associates requests “a hyperactive male pocket pet” Shrunk in an airport chapter 16 by Louka31

“A hyperactive male pocket pet like this guy may seem fun but you’ll have to fill out a lot of paperwork, submit to extra surveillance and cough up a $1,000. Are you that eager for him?”

“Yes, he’s not evil, just misguided. My pocket is the perfect safe space to rehabilitate a bad boy.”

“Fine,” snorted the Warden, as she rolled her eyes.

This time you didn’t resist, as the Associate pocketed you for what seemed an eternity. Eventually she clocked out from work and drove home. Once there, she set you on the coffee table.

“Thank you for rescuing me. Now let’s find the reliable authorities and get these bitches busted.”

The Associate sighed, “I know you think there are good people in power but that’s because they do their dirty deeds in secret. And this project we’re caught up in is the ultimate in secret power. So don’t even ask me to rescue you more than I’ve done already.”

“Who are you?”

“And who are you?”

After a moment’s hesitation, you give your name. “And I’m Cindy Moore,” she replies.

As she had you in her pocket, she contemplated what to do next. What was the point of having a pocket pet unless she had a friend she could pull out of her pocket when she needed to talk? On the other hand, best practice in security would dictate you have a secure shelter at (her) home when she’s at work or about town. Or maybe Cindy was too needy—she worked the day shift with another Associate but her best friend, Charlotte Callahan, worked the night shift. Perhaps the tiny guy she was looking at needed two Guardian Angels in his life.

Meanwhile you pass out over the stress of being transported, shrunk and manhandled. When you awake, you are