We're on a first date and I'm wearing a satin shirt, short skirt, and silky nylon pantyhose. Unfortunately, you're a total creep and won't stop staring at my legs and feet. I become annoyed and keep telling you to stop it, but you persist. Finally, after chastising you several times, I get up to leave, you protest, but I'm sick of your perverted behavior and decide I need to teach you a lesson on behalf of all women. I stand over you and cast a spell. You're now cursed to shrink down, down, down to mere inches. You wanted to be closer to my nylon pantyhose-clad feet, right? I laugh as I tease you over your new, small stature, and hover my foot above your head Even as you beg me to remove the curse, you're so, so aroused by my pantyhose domination and my feet. I can tell that you're never going to change, and so I bring my foot down over your tiny body. Everything goes black. More: Shrink for the Pink Shrinking Spell Step-Mother's Little Helper