(Marking it NSFW jussst in case. ☺️)

Just thought it'd be fun to go over some of my personal connections with you guys and share some upcoming events in my calendar.

When I'm at home with my maids, I am at my normal height of 6'2", and they are all around the 4-6 inch range. Actually, to be honest, they're all on vacation right now. So I'm sitting in my living room alone while they're in the Bahamas for the weekend. The only company currently is the porch pirate I shrunk several months back. I'm sure she has a name, but I just call her squeaky. I was gonna turn her over to the police after I raided her house, but she begged me to let her serve out an appropriate sentence here. Squeaky would rather be embarrassed about sleeping in a hamster cage than become a felon for all the larceny she committed. I respected that. So that's the main source of tiny interaction right now. I've dated a handful (heh heh) of little women over the years. It's great when you can build a mutual connection with them!

Tomorrow night is yoga in the park. I'll be coming at my own normal height. I've invited some tinies in the 2 inch-2 foot range to attend, as well as a couple old giantess friends of mine from high school. One's 30 feet tall, one's the size of Lady Liberty. (We might have to help her lose a couple stories or so in order to make sure everybody's got space. 😅)

Next week is gonna be busy for me because I'm making an appearance in the Supreme Court in a parallel dimension to argue that people of all sizes deserve to have equal rights under constitutional law. We need some new legislation over there to help people of smaller and larger sizes get proper housing and accomodations. Giants deserve a roof over their head. Tinies deserve a chance at employment that doesn't involve spas and sex work - not that there's anything wrong with those positions.

Of course, after I've tried to convince the court that all sizes are equal, I plan to stop by my old friend Andromeda's house. She shrinks me down and treats me like her own pet. There's just something special about wearing that collar and being told to bark for a head pat. Maybe there's some inu DNA in me or something. I have a friend whose mom was a neko, and she got a few cat instincts without the fur. Who knows? I'll need to check up on some ancestry stuff after I destress a while.

Anyway, sometime next weekend, I'm volunteering to be an insole for a friend of mine who works as a hostess at a restaurant on Maple Street. You should really go if you're in the area. It's a great place. They get an old timey jazz band to entertain guests on weekends. But my friend there works long hours, and sometimes she just wants a little foot rub while she's on the go. Thus, human insole. Perfect solution! It can be rough when they ask her to work overtime - my record for staying in with her during one shift is 16 hours straight - but it's well worth it to help out a good friend.

Am I forgetting anything this next weekend...?

Oh that's right, I've got a date! She's a real great lady too. We met at a coffee shop. She's got red hair, green eyes, and she's 8 stories tall. She's a real bookworm type, but they don't make many books at her size. So the last couple months, I've been reading to her while we cuddle. It was strictly platonic for a while, then we decided to pursue a relationship. Fingers crossed the first date goes well!

Anyways, that's just a little look into the life of your... Fourth or fifth favorite Size Changing, Multiversal Orange M&M kinda Lawyer guy. Thank you to the 3 people who follow my posts and read to the end! Cheers!