I’m sorry I haven’t written in days. I have been busy adjusting to my new life with Mistress.

Mistress has made the perfect little nest for me in my drawer. I curl up there at night, wrapped all snug up against my socks and underwear. It’s too dangerous to us to sleep together when I’m so small, but Mistress tucks me in at night when we are finally ready for sleep.

Mistress no longer uses my name. She calls me “pet” or “little one.” Sometimes she goes into another room to do things, but when I hear her call out, “Here little one!” I scamper as quickly as my little feet will carry me. I wrap my arms around her ankle as she looks down and giggles. I fit perfectly in her hand and receive warm kisses and pats when I please her.

Mistress measured me again today: 10 inches. That is the same height as yesterday. She told me that if I stay this way tomorrow too, then the shrinking is done and we can call the Doctor. I’m unsure I want to stop. It’s only been about two weeks since my life began to change, but I cannot see a way to go back.

I fawn on Mistress like a good devoted pet. At my size, every part of her body is so gigantic and beautiful. He beautiful eyes watch me as I rest on her titanic thigh. Her gorgeous lips kiss me as I wriggle beneath in her massive hands. Even her impossibly long legs and thighs, soft beneath me as I walk across them, take me to her Goddess-like feet, and I’m more than eager to show her my affections for all she does for me.

Meals are almost entirely for her now. Mistress consumes such vast quantities of food while I can barely finish the small amount she leaves for me on the corner of her plate. It is another of the constant reminders that I am fully dependent on her.

As if I needed any other reminders, there is also our play at night. Mistress need only press her finger to my tiny body and I instantly melt into a puddle beneath her gentle touch. As her fingers explore me, I can only hear my tiny, almost pathetic moans escape my tiny body as I fall completely beneath her spell. And when she has finished having her way, I do what a good and devoted pet would do and shower Mistress with my attentions until her bellowing cries echo all around me.

Then Mistress fills the bathroom sink with warm water and I slip into the giant bath to recuperate. Sometimes she allows me in the shower with her, and I can’t help but steal a peek above, staring in awe at my Goddess.

Mistress is helping me to type this log as I can no longer manage it. I feel my cheeks burn as I dictate each portion to her only to be met by giggles and more finger pets. Soon she will again tuck me away into my drawer, surrounded by the fabric relics of my former life. A life that I have forever left behind.

This is my life now. I wish it never ends.