POV: you (mommy's son) come into my (mom's) room to tell me that you are going out with your friends tonight. Mommy is half dressed and hurries to wrap up in her robe. you begin to tell mommy that you want to go to a party tonight, but mommy is worried that you will get the shrinking virus that is going around, which only affects men! Hell.... mommy has already adopted ONE "shrinkee", because let's be honest.. the money is pretty good... even though it was her brother (your uncle).. we definitely didn't see that coming.. **(quick cut camera to uncle pov as a shot looking up at her from the carpet with a sneaky view up her robe)** mommy wants so much more for her boy though! as we talk, i reassure myself to just think of the bright side.. if you shrink, we will get to spend LOTS more time together.. I tell you that you may go out to the party but the least you can do is first fill out that shrinkee risk form in the kitchen. it basically sets up what happens to you IF you do shrink.. Where you want to stay, with who etc... (mommy smiles because of course she is to be your guardian) Once you agree you will fill out the form, mommy says you can go. then she shoos you away so she can finish getting dressed. (Cut scene to the next morning, camera is set up on the table in the kitchen next to the "shrinkee form") i come downstairs to make some coffee and get my day going. you watch from the counter as i meander about the kitchen. i notice the document on the counter/table and walk over to inspect it. At first glance it looks like you didn't fill it out.. But then... i lean over to read it showing lots of great cleavage. as i read more i see that all you filled out were initials of intended guardian: "M. O." and means of protection where you filled in "pussyyyy" with 4 y's... on a government document!!! "wow I'm so proud!" i say sarcastically.. But who is M.O.? Mommy is furious and cannot WAIT to scold you when she sees you next ... As if on cue, i notice a tiny speck jumping up and down on the table and lean in to get a closer look. then i notice it's YOU! my son is a fraction of an inch tall! i scold you about what you have done.. asking what you were thinking when you wrote this garbage down? Now you are stuck like this and this is the only paperwork i have on you.. And who is M O? i stand back up looking at the paper as if expecting the answer to jump off the page. i start muttering to myself trying to work it out.. Miranda.. Michelle... Oh god... right.. of course your crush Melissa O'Connor.. That's just REAL (sarcastic) funny isn't it? You go gallivanting around town as if you're TRYING to get sick and the only thing you write down on this form is Melissa O'Connor's pussy... with 4 y's!!?? then mommy realizes.. wait does she even like you back? i squint and notice you shaking your head no...  Oh my god, does she even know your name??? you shake your head... no..  i covers my mouth.. that means i am going to lose my boy to some random girl who may not even know that you like her?!?!? Mommy is worried sick, and decides to pick you up.. i grab the pen and paper and take you back to my room, reassuring you not to worry.. mommy will fix it.. but i have no choice but to turn in this document.. or the gov will do an investigation.. THEN they'll take you away from me.. But if i turn this in i lose you to some cheerleader bimbo and who knows what will happen to you then.. i sit back staring at the paper you "filled out" shaking my head trying to figure out what to do while you look at me from the bed Then it hits me.. M.. O... M! i will just write another M at the end of the initials and then mom gets to keep you! It's perfect.. who will question a mom getting custody of her own boy right? i begin to write the M in mimicking the same handwriting .  Once finished i hold it up, proud. then i remember the part about.. pussyyyy... with 4 y's.. that's pretty emphatic.. i can't scratch that out and write something like "purse" in.. they will KNOW it's a forgery then.. Wow you are such an idiot.. but oh well, not my problem i am going to have to leave that one.. Sorry sweetheart but it looks like.. you've got a one way ticket to mommy's pussy.. i break up laughing in the middle of saying it.. Oh that definitely is not what you had in mind is it? you shake your head and scream NO! but too bad. there's no way i am going to risk losing you to some bimbo just because your "home of choice" is a bit awkward.. it'll only be awkward for a while (i lift up my robe to show you my panties. your friends will all be jealous honestly... i know they all think i am the hot mom.. you are lucky, not all moms are as sexy as yours.. i refuse to believe you are not even a LITTLE bit interested in what your moms got going on down there.. i see your hesitation but move on and begin to cover myself up again..  i tell you you will get your chance soon enough but not until i am approved as guardian... CONTINUED...