George woke up feeling more rested than he ever had in his whole life. He was used to waking up several times a night and being unable to fall back to sleep but in this body he slept like a baby. He was liking his decision to stay this way more and more. He rolled over to face Sarah and saw her side of the bed was empty. Glancing over at the clock he saw that it was ten in the morning, not too late but later than he was used to sleeping. He hopped down from the bed, stumbling when he landed and his breasts shook enough to throw him off balance, he would have to get used to that. As he walked over to Rachel's closet he looked at his reflection in the mirror and was once again reminded of how hot this body was. He slipped the robe and some slippers on and went into the kitchen.
Sarah was standing at the sink with her back turned to him, washing some dishes from her breakfast when he entered. When she was done she walked over to him, gave him a kiss on the head and asked if he was hungry and what he wanted.
"Yes", he replied and thought about what he felt like eating. He would normally have wanted at least a three egg omelette with toast and bacon but he knew that was way too much for him now so he just asked for some cereal.
"Where's Rachel?" he asked in between spoonfuls of his Cocoa Crispies.
Sarah paused for a moment, then replied
"I don't know. I haven't seen her since I woke up this morning." George's newly acquired women's intuition was telling him something was wrong but he just brushed it off and continued his meal. Once again, his smaller stomach made him get full before he was done but he decided to finish it anyway. When he was done he felt a sudden urge to pee and rushed into the bathroom, brushing past Sarah who looked like she was trying to block his path but he couldn't tell and he got by her easily and closed and locked the door.
As he jumped out on the toilet, one of the annoyances of his new body, he heard a small squeaking sound and saw the shower curtain moving. When he was finished he jumped down and went over to the bathtub. He carefully pulled the curtain back, expecting to see a mouse or at the very worst a rat, at the same time wondering how he would react now that he was a woman. He knew not all women were afraid of rats but he didn't know if he was one of them. Whatever the case, now would not be the time he found out.
With the curtain opened he looked down and there, staring up at him and cowering in the bathtub was a tiny woman. He estimated her to be around 10 inches or so. At first he though she was Rachel and wondered what Sarah had done but when he bent down to get a closer look he saw that this was someone he didn't recongnize. She was very attractive, even better than he was, in fact she seemed to have almost perfect features, almost like a Barbie doll. When he was low enough to make out what she was saying he heard,
"George! It's me Sarah! You have to get out of here! Rachel's not who she says she is! Please, save yourself, I'll..."
That was the last thing George heard before he was knocked out from a blow to the head.
