Mommie's Little Girl

Glasses clanged, silverware jangled in the crowded dinning area. Several dozen conversations were being held within feet of where Melanie and her mother sat almost in total silence. Melanie didn’t know why she had agreed to meet her mother for dinner. The two of them had barely spoken in the past two years since her father had passed away.

Not that Melanie spoke to her mother very often even before then. Her parents had divorced over ten years before when she was just eleven. She had not understood at the time but her mother had been unfaithful in the marriage and more or less destroyed the home she grew up in.
Since then she had found out more about her mother and she couldn’t believe that people like her existed. Her mother had been a “gold-digger.” She had put on a good act and more or less tricked her father into marriage. She played the good wife during the first year or so of their marriage and the first few months of Melanie’s life, but after that she tried every way that she knew to undermine her father and bring more wealth under her name.

She slept around with several different men and was attempting to divorce her father under the false pretense that he had been the one who was unfaithful. None of that came to pass however as her father had been a smart enough man to figure out what she was doing in the last year of their marriage and built a strong case against her and so when the divorce was final Melanie’s mother was left with almost nothing. Not even custody of their lone child.

Normally when her mother contacted her it was to try and get money out of her or to weasel her way back into her daughters’ good graces. Melanie very seldom had anything to do with her mother and on rare occasions when she did talk to her or see her she always regretted the meeting.

While this meeting was not going as poorly as some of the others over the years it was far from a good meeting. Her mother had only tried to explain how sorry she was for the mistakes of her youth and that she really wanted a relationship with her daughter. Melanie believed that her mother only wanted a relationship with the ridiculous wealth that her father had left her when he had passed away.

Her father Robert Waits had been the son of Jameson Waits the founder of Waits Shipping, and under her fathers guidance the company had become Waits Global Inc. The Inc. basically covered everything that the family business did now a days. From shipping of course to technology, to manufacturing, etc, etc. The list went on and on. Her father had always had a good eye for investing money and so whenever he had, had a chance to buy up a company to add to his own he had done it. The result was Robert Waits being one of the richest, and influential men in the western hemisphere.

He had raised Melanie almost from her birth to take over the company and so now at twenty one years old she was the owner and President of the company her grandfather and father had built from nothing. She just recently graduated from Harvard and so she looked every bit the part of the billionairess that she was. She was also a bit of a celebrity. Mainly because she was an attractive, wealthy, young woman, but also because her name was so often linked with famous actors or politicians. Who she dinned with was often tabloid news. God forbid is she held someone’s hand or kissed someone in public.

She had been dubbed the New American Royalty. A label that she hated but accepted because it wasn’t the worst thing they could call her. The truth however was that she almost never dated. Oh she had some famous friends but no boyfriends. She was a bit too busy running one of the largest most wealthy companies in the world.

The fact that she had taken the time out to eat a meal with her mother who she didn’t get along with only showed how little of a real social life she had.

She sat in the noisy dinning room wondering what else her mother could possible say to her, when her mother finally spoke. “You know dear you really seem distracted.” She didn’t like her mother calling her dear but she supposed that it was a small favor that she could extend to the woman who had given birth to her. “I suppose I am a little distracted. I’ve been very busy lately.” Her mother nodded and made a quick remark that didn’t dignify a response.

Another silence stretched out between the two women. Melanie looked at her mother who was twice her age but still seemed as young as her. She wondered how she did that, she also wondered how a woman so vile could always seem to land on her feet. This thought was cut short when her mother again spoke. “I know that you don’t really trust me and with good reason. I really do want to try and make that up to you. Mostly I want spend some time with my daughter before I get married.”

The words get married seemed to suck all the air out of the room at least to Melanie. So her wretched mother was going to get married again. “Why should that matter mother, you have been married twice since dad divorced you?” She hoped that her words would sting her mother a little but either her mother was oblivious to the rebuff or she didn’t care about it. Melanie’s mother Rebecca reached across the table taking her daughters hands in her own “I don’t blame you for how you feel about me. I know I wasn’t a very good person to your father or even you, but I want you to see that I have changed. I want to be a part of your life. I know that you are going to go on and do very big things in this world and I just want to be small part of your life.”

Melanie wanted to recoil at her mothers touch but there was something different in her tone and her manner. She didn’t believe for a minute that she had really changed all that much but the little girl in her wanted to believe.

She really hated that sometimes she could be such a little girl. She wanted a family. She wanted to be a part of a family, even if it wasn’t perfect. She kind of expected the whole ordeal to blow up on her. Still she was intrigued. “Who is it that you are marrying?”

Her mother spent the next hour gushing over the man she was going to marry. The man who had changed her. Melanie was not surprised to hear that the man who was the light to her mothers world was a wealthy Texas Oil Man. This would be the fourth marriage and all four had been filthy rich. The last two divorces had left her mother in a pretty good place financially her self but still it was amazing to Melanie how these men fell for her mothers act.

Her mother told her about the wedding just being weeks away and that she hoped Melanie would take a little trip with her before the wedding. Melanie tried to explain that she couldn’t take a trip and that now was not a good time but in the end her mother was able to wear her down and get her to commit.

The trip thought was a complete surprise and they had to leave that very moment. At that point Melanie was too caught up in the moment to say no or to put the brakes on. So for a while she was a daughter being hurried along by her mother.

The two stopped at Melanie’s apartment in the city to grab a few things and then they were off. The two boarded a private plane that
Melanie had to believe was owned by the Oil Man since her mother had insisted on using it. By 9 that evening they heading toward Florida. Melanie had not been to Florida since she had been a child. Beaches were ok but the whole tourist trap things that state had going on was not her kind of thing. Even South Beach in Miami had been a place she steered clear of. So of course her mother would drag her there.
The flight was quick coming from Charlotte, NC. The city that Melanie called home. Of course she also had places in Atlanta, GA, New York, and LA. These days she spent most of her time in Atlanta since she was trying very hard to pick up ownership of a few production companies there. She was very strongly interested in the entertainment business. So some of the stories about her having dinner with actors were true but they were seldom if ever dates. She was just trying to get insider information on the business. The media side of her fathers company was non-existent. He believed that the business was changing to fast and that a person could loose their shirt to easily if they were not careful. It was a lesson she understood but she also knew that it was needed because of the potential for huge profits, as well as the ability to control a good portion of information and how the masses consumed the information.

The plane touched down in Miami, Florida by 10 that night and they were in a limo by ten thirty. Melanie was surprised when instead of a hotel they arrived at the docks. “Surprise dear, we are taking a little private cruise.”

The crew of the ship carried everything they had brought with them aboard the ship very quickly. Melanie was amazed at the ship it was a large craft much nicer than she would have figured a Oil Man would own, or even use but her mother could no doubt be a very big influence on a man’s will.

Melanie was shown to her room by a staff member and her mother, she was impressed at its furnishings and the size of the stateroom. She couldn’t help but feel that her mother was giving her the main stateroom to try and impress her all the more.

Her mother kissed upon the cheek before taking her leave “Dear, I hope you sleep well we will be at sea shortly so please make yourself comfortable. By mid day we should be where we are heading.” She left the room leaving Melanie alone in the room with her few bags stacked neatly in the corner.

As she toured the room she took notice again of the richness of the furnishings. The bathroom that was attached to her room was dressed out in marble and glass. It was all so very nice almost as if the room had been built just for her. All her favorites were there. The bed was a king size canopy bed. The dressers were of the finest wood and craftsmanship.

It was getting very late though so she cut her tour short and began running water for a shower. She was ready for bed. The shower warmed up very quickly and left the room filled steam. It took only a moment for Melanie to undress. She placed the robe next to the shower and she entered the glass shower.

The water was perfect. It was so wonderful she soaps onboard were very fragrant and Melanie could not help but to breath them in deep. As she did so she realized just how sleepy she was becoming. By the time she was exiting the shower she was fighting sleep. It was a surreal kind of feeling. She had been sleepy before but she felt really strange.

As she put her hand on the robe she had chosen to wear just moments before she could help but wonder if she had been drugged. What she couldn’t understand was the why her mother would do that unless she was going to kill her. She laughed the thought away, because that just seemed to stupid to even think it was real. The big robe was so soft that she cuddled up in it for a minute before she changed into her nightclothes. Despite her wealth she was still very much the girl she had always been, she was not the type who went for sexy, she went for comfort. She wore small shorts and a slightly loose tee shirt that normally was too short for her. She thought she always looked cute that way. The final touch was the ponytail that she normally slept in. As she finished getting ready she sat down on the bed and the strange sleepy feeling she had been fighting came back even stronger than before. The room was trying to spin out of control in her mind at least. Her vision began to blur and her mind was growing cloudy.

The thought that maybe her mother was trying to kill her almost broke her back through the cloud that was filling her mind and her vision. Oh God, she’s going to kill me. The robe fell to the ground as Melanie lost the fight against whatever had drugged her.

The truth as it turned out was worse than even Melanie could have figured. He mother had no intentions of killing her. Killing her be to messy. It would raise to many questions. The plan instead was to do something far more cunning. It involved bending science that shouldn’t have existed, and yet it did.

Melanie’s mother Vicky, wanted control of her daughters wealth and the only way to do that to eliminate her without nothing that made her look bad in any way. So the only way to do that was to make her vanish in a way that she couldn’t do any harm, while not really killing her. Her mother planned on making her a recluse. Vicky planned on taking up the figurehead position of the company and run it behind the scenes while really the world thought Melanie was still running it but had just withdrawn from the public eye.

Vicky was greedy but not a monster. She wanted her daughter out of the way not dead. She talked with every scientist she could and after figuring out that it was possible to shrink matter she commissioned a way to make the science fiction idea science fact. She would just have her daughter shrank down as small as she could be and then take control of the company. It was a solid plan, a plan that was now in action.
Melanie was out cold on the soft king sized bed. Melanie was not overly tall the begin with but her average height of 5’6” was being reduced a little with each passing moment. The stateroom she had been shown into and since locked in was really a machine that had the ability to focus shrink objects that had been exposed to certain chemicals. Chemicals that she had just bathed in.

It was now working to make Melanie Waits the smallest living human being ever. Through the lone large mirror in the room her mother watched her daughter get smaller and smaller. Vicky watched her daughters’ tee shirt get much to large for her. Her shoulders that had been a little broad for her frame narrowed causing the shirts neckline and shoulders to look mostly empty. Vicky watched, as her daughters’ breasts, which had pulled the shirt outward in a pleasant curve, seem to collapse inward and evaporate in front of her as her breasts shrank to stay the proper size with her smaller body. Melanie’s waistline shrank away from the shorts she had been wearing. Her slender toned legs, which had pulled the leg holes taught moments before shrank away leaving loose cloth behind. Melanie had always kind of been proud of her butt as it was always round and firm bubbling out just a little giving her a nice hourglass figure, but now it melted away keeping it’s proportion to the rest of her body as it shrank down. Her feet and legs grew smaller.  

Melanie was sheading mass and size so quickly that her mother was worried that it would work to well and that she would not be able to find her when the room had done it’s job. After another moment the clothes Melanie had been wearing were ready to fall off of her. Melanie’s knees passes up through she shorts legs holes first followed relatively quickly by her feet as they passed up through the legs of her shorts becoming tangled in the loose cloth for only a moment before reaching the bottom of her tee shirt. Her entire body would fit in the shirt and it would hang off of her. The shirt would soon swallow her whole body pretty easily. Melanie was less than half the height she had been she might have been just under 3 foot tall and still she continued to get smaller.

Vicky had seen lots of things shrink in the preparation of this, chairs, tables, fruits, but watching a human shrink this way was very different. Having it be her own flesh and blood was a little hard to take even for her. She walked away from the room she stood it “Come and get me when this is done. I can’t watch it any more.”

The crew and staff in the room with her nodded their heads. Over the next half hour a few of them continued to watch as the girl in the shrink room went under a foot tall. By the time the power to the room was killed, as the girl was six inches high. The same size as an action figure only she was living breathing flesh and blood. They were in international waters now so now laws could be said to have been broken. It was almost the perfect crime except that there was evidence left. Vicky had read somewhere that if there is no body then there is no crime, not really. She believed that if her daughter was so small then it was the same thing as there not being a body. What she didn’t understand was that couldn’t be said in this case, because there was still a body. A six inch tall body who was going to be really pissed when she woke up.