A Little Fevered


There was a network van parked in front of the high school when Lindsey dropped her daughters off.

“Mommy, we don’t go to high school yet!” Betsy pointed out.

“Well, your teacher should be here any minute. And do you see who else is here?”

Conrad stepped out from the side door of the auditorium and waved. The girls gasped. “It’s Electric Woman’s Owner Guy!” Terri squealed.

“YEAH!” He opened the door, nodded to Mrs. Branch, and asked the girls if they wanted to help set up for Electra’s talk on Sylphs.

Terri was all in favor of it. Betsy paused. “Is Electra going to be here?”

“She’s right inside,” he promised. He led them inside, one to each hand. Lindsey smiled and drove off.

She didn’t get far, just to the other side of the parking lot. She was feeling a little dizzy and pulled over into the very last parking spot.

Probably the girls’ excitement wore off on her. Or maybe it was seeing Conrad? Thinking about playing Princess with him. She was feeling a little fevered…

Well, if it didn’t pass soon, Charley was going to be here any minute with Sharon, she’d get a ride home with them.

Lindsey reached over to turn up the AC. The radio started to blare. She slapped it back off and reached farther over to hit the AC.

She turned the vents to blow right at her. She couldn’t reach the ones in the middle of the console, so she undid her seatbelt to half-stand and turn those, too.

Then she sat back down and scooted back so she could lean on the back of the seat. Eyes closed, she waited for the fever and dizziness to pass. That’s when her shoe fell off. She felt around with her foot for where it fell to… And realized she couldn’t reach the mat.

She opened her eyes to find herself looking straight at the center of the steering wheel.

“Oh, holy shit,” she muttered. “I’m sylphing! I’m really sylphing!” She turned to grab the door to the van. She HAD to get to the auditorium. The girls would be alright, Charley and Sharon would take care of them. And the business. She’d set up her will right along with the prenup. But she had to reach Conrad, so he could make her his Princess.

Just as she turned to the door, though, she saw a teen aged boy looking through the window… And down at her.

“Mrs. Branch?” he asked. Fred looked so different from this angle, she realized.

She was about the size of a Barbie when he saw her. By the time he’d opened the door and leaned over the driver’s seat, she’d finished shrinking.

“Mrs. Branch! You shrunk!”

“Yes, Fred,” she said. “I don’t suppose you could take me into the school, please?”

“I could,” he said, holding out his hand. She ran to sit on his palm. His fingers closed around her, pressing at hip and thigh. His other hand came down and he fingered her boobs. “I just won’t.”

“Oh, please!?!” she begged.

“It’s just, there’s no registry in the school, Mrs. Branch.” He pushed her into his pants pocket and started walking.

She sank to the bottom of his pocket, glad that loose, floppy pants were the fashion, rather than the tight things of a few years previous.

It wasn’t comfortable, but at least she could breathe.

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Index

76. Branching Off

78. Registry