>Janet considered herself a pretty average person
>She liked sweets and going to the gym
>Reading books in the tub, with a candle to give the bath a bit of atmosphere
>Keeping pets…
>Her pets, though, were usually more like servants
>She worked as a cashier at a convenience store and lived in an apartment somewhere in an unfortunate part of town
>At least, that's all you could tell
>You met her outside of the store she worked in and apparently caught her eye
>You weren't really paying attention at the time, but you figure she must have given you that wide grin that really showed off the gap between her front teeth, probably saying something like "Welcome to X-Mart!"
>What was more important to you, at the time, was getting to the bathroom after a terrible Taco Bell decision earlier in the day
>While you were finishing up your paperwork, a bluish smoke started coming from the air conditioner vent in the ceiling
>The rest is hazy
>Now your life revolves around Janet's, and that's entirely because she's easily five times taller than you, or anyone else who lives with her
>Whatever that smoke was, it didn't always reduce people to a similar size
>Of the five of you who lived under her thumb, you were the biggest at about thirteen inches, with the next-largest standing at ten inches, then nine, and finally seven
>The only woman among you was called Pet, and she stood at three inches tall
>She had been living with Janet the longest, but rarely spoke
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