Little did you know, when you arrived at my home to determine my eligibility for a historical structure plaque that I'd placed a special shrinking powder in the brownies I baked and left out while I was in another room. Now that you're small and under my control, I put you in your place. Now I can reveal that I'm a witch. You repent and say that you're sorry for eating the brownies, and so I snap my fingers and let you grow back to normal human size. Once there, you embarrass yourself by staring at my big boobs and asking me out to dinner. Hmm, I think, if you're going to be like this, I'll just shrink you down and add you to my stable of tiny men.