Fran's store is frequented by robberies.  Because of this she has a unique method for stopping theft.  If you try and steal you will shrink and have to deal with the mistress.  (This story is only on my Patreon.)

              The young robber blinked his eyes as he slowly began to shrink.  “What the fucking hell?”  He dropped his weapon and stumbled backward as his jacket began to become bulkier on his body.  “What are you doing?  Why isn’t this happening to you?”

              She smirked as she walked out from behind the counter.  “Because I have the antidote running through my system.”  She giggled as she watched him try and hold up his pants.  “It helps to deal with crooks such as you.”  Fran patted him on the shoulder.  “It helps to have fun with you as well.”

              He gulped.  “What do you mean have fun?”

              “I mean, you are going to keep shrinking.  I have to teach you a lesson, after all.”  She put her hands on her hips.  “I always have to teach people who would dare and try and rob my store why they shouldn’t.”  She laughed as his pants fell to the ground.  “So, how does it feel to be four feet tall, my boy?”

              “Stop it.  I don’t want to keep getting smaller.”

              Fran patted him on the head.  “Oh, but you will.  Soon, you will be my little man, small enough to fit in the palm of my hand.”  She giggled.  “I wonder how long until you fall out of that shirt of yours.  Or maybe it will just smush you, and I will have to dig you out of it.”