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At the sound of the distant door chime, most of the tiny women leapt to their feet and rushed to the glass, peering out hopefully. In the distance, just visible across the vast store, they saw a man enter: casually dressed, in a sweater with a sports team logo, wearing a heavy jacket as protection against the chilly winter wind outside. Moderately young, decently handsome, perhaps a bit nervous, he approached the proprietor and started talking in a distant, rumbling voice.

Vicky checked herself as she always did. The gauzy shirt hid little, as intended, and the short skirt and white thigh-highs set off her legs spectacularly. She could see her reflection in the glass and her hair and makeup looked perfect. She should've been excited, eager, all but bursting at the seams to wave at his approach, get his attention, and maybe, just maybe, finally make the sale...but instead, she felt nothing but resignation.

She remembered when she'd been so excited to come here. Her life was in shambles and becoming a mini would give her the ideal way out. Instead of struggling to survive, barely making enough to eat while dealing with abuse and drugs, she'd be clean and in the care of a loving man who'd see to her every need. Of course, he'd own her, as he would any pet, and could do whatever he wanted to her, but she didn't mind that. A likely buyer would be kind and gentle and never abuse her, she just knew it!

Yet, after enduring the miniaturization process, and going through all the training, she'd been stuck here for weeks without end, going through the same routine, running up and waving and smiling, trying to get a potential owner's attention...but he always picked someone else. She'd started to fall into despair. This one would be no different. If no one bought her, she'd be stuck here...living in a glass cage with dozens of other hopefuls, most dumb as posts, all quietly hating each other as rivals...each of them with nowhere else to go.

Vicky heard a sound behind her and turned to see Matron Emma, the older woman who served as trainer and caretaker to her flock. Although herself miniaturized, she had the option of returning to normal whenever she wanted. She'd been a pet, once, but now enjoyed a new task of preparing others for their new lives. "You look depressed," she stated simply.

Vicky nodded. "He'll never pick me," she said quietly, glancing over at the excited clump of other tiny women, hopping and waving as the buyer approached. "Why should he? Any of these others would be better."

"Nonsense," said the Matron with a smile. "He's perfect for you. I can tell just by looking at him. I think it's time, Vicky. Time for you to stop wallowing in self-pity and get out of here. You deserve a loving home."

"But how?" she asked pitifully. "He looks nice. He's handsome, and not slobbering with desire at the sight of us. How do I get him to notice me?"

Emma smiled again. "The final detail I never tell anyone until they're ready," she explained, "is to make a connection with your man. Look at him, see what you know, and find that connection. The sweater--he's into sports. Go over and get a baseball cap. Quickly now, while he's busy."

Vicky complied, hurrying over to the little cabinet with all the costume bits. She grabbed one cap and moved back over, starting to feel excitement building for the first time in a while.

"Now lose the skirt. Go on, do it." While Vicky complied, removing the miniskirt without complaint, the Matron explained. "Look at his face. He's looking for a pet he can hold and protect. Without that, you look vulnerable, so play it up. Try to look like you're scared and forlorn. Go ahead, try it. The others are all so happy and excited and eager--that's not what he's looking for, or he would've taken one of them already. Now go on, Vicky--make the sale!"

The tiny woman reached out and put a hand on her mentor's aging face for a moment. "Thank you, Matron," she said gratefully before hurrying over to the glass. Putting her hands on the smooth surface, she looked out at the giant as he moved slowly closer, taking in the sight of so many little ladies, unable to choose between them. He finally stepped in front of Vicky, his gaze settling on her and holding there. As best she could, little Vicky looked up into his enormous eyes, her eyes wide, mouth slightly open, as though desperately pleading with him to take her away from here at last.

He stopped and looked at her, moving closer. Vicky didn't waver as he put his own hand up to meet her tiny ones across the glass. Their eyes met and she all but felt the connection, like a surge between them. A hopeful smile spread across her face.

He stood up and turned away, calling out to the store owner. "That one," he said excitedly, pointing at her. "I'll take that one."

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At the sound of the distant door chime, most of the tiny women leapt to their feet and rushed to the glass, peering out hopefully. In the distance, just visible across the vast store, they saw a man enter: casually dressed, in a sweater with a sports team logo, wearing a heavy jacket as protection against the chilly winter wind outside. Moderately young, decently handsome, perhaps a bit nervous, he approached the proprietor and started talking in a distant, rumbling voice.

Vicky checked herself as she always did. The gauzy shirt hid little, as intended, and the short skirt and white thigh-highs set off her legs spectacularly. She could see her reflection in the glass and her hair and makeup looked perfect. She should've been excited, eager, all but bursting at the seams to wave at his approach, get his attention, and maybe, just maybe, finally make the sale...but instead, she felt nothing but resignation.

She remembered when she'd been so excited to come here. Her life was in shambles and becoming a mini would give her the ideal way out. Instead of struggling to survive, barely making enough to eat while dealing with abuse and drugs, she'd be clean and in the care of a loving man who'd see to her every need. Of course, he'd own her, as he would any pet, and could do whatever he wanted to her, but she didn't mind that. A likely buyer would be kind and gentle and never abuse her, she just knew it!

Yet, after enduring the miniaturization process, and going through all the training, she'd been stuck here for weeks without end, going through the same routine, running up and waving and smiling, trying to get a potential owner's attention...but he always picked someone else. She'd started to fall into despair. This one would be no different. If no one bought her, she'd be stuck here...living in a glass cage with dozens of other hopefuls, most dumb as posts, all quietly hating each other as rivals...each of them with nowhere else to go.

Vicky heard a sound behind her and turned to see Matron Emma, the older woman who served as trainer and caretaker to her flock. Although herself miniaturized, she had the option of returning to normal whenever she wanted. She'd been a pet, once, but now enjoyed a new task of preparing others for their new lives. "You look depressed," she stated simply.

Vicky nodded. "He'll never pick me," she said quietly, glancing over at the excited clump of other tiny women, hopping and waving as the buyer approached. "Why should he? Any of these others would be better."

"Nonsense," said the Matron with a smile. "He's perfect for you. I can tell just by looking at him. I think it's time, Vicky. Time for you to stop wallowing in self-pity and get out of here. You deserve a loving home."

"But how?" she asked pitifully. "He looks nice. He's handsome, and not slobbering with desire at the sight of us. How do I get him to notice me?"

Emma smiled again. "The final detail I never tell anyone until they're ready," she explained, "is to make a connection with your man. Look at him, see what you know, and find that connection. The sweater--he's into sports. Go over and get a baseball cap. Quickly now, while he's busy."

Vicky complied, hurrying over to the little cabinet with all the costume bits. She grabbed one cap and moved back over, starting to feel excitement building for the first time in a while.

"Now lose the skirt. Go on, do it." While Vicky complied, removing the miniskirt without complaint, the Matron explained. "Look at his face. He's looking for a pet he can hold and protect. Without that, you look vulnerable, so play it up. Try to look like you're scared and forlorn. Go ahead, try it. The others are all so happy and excited and eager--that's not what he's looking for, or he would've taken one of them already. Now go on, Vicky--make the sale!"

The tiny woman reached out and put a hand on her mentor's aging face for a moment. "Thank you, Matron," she said gratefully before hurrying over to the glass. Putting her hands on the smooth surface, she looked out at the giant as he moved slowly closer, taking in the sight of so many little ladies, unable to choose between them. He finally stepped in front of Vicky, his gaze settling on her and holding there. As best she could, little Vicky looked up into his enormous eyes, her eyes wide, mouth slightly open, as though desperately pleading with him to take her away from here at last.

He stopped and looked at her, moving closer. Vicky didn't waver as he put his own hand up to meet her tiny ones across the glass. Their eyes met and she all but felt the connection, like a surge between them. A hopeful smile spread across her face.

He stood up and turned away, calling out to the store owner. "That one," he said excitedly, pointing at her. "I'll take that one."