Yvette slid her body sensually across the pole, swinging her long leg over her head in an expert move. The crowd of men cheered and threw dollar bills at her feet. She loved the power, the thrill of her dancing. But little did they know, Yvette had a secret.

After her last set, she exited the stage and made her way to the backstage dressing room. Inside, she had a hidden drawer filled with various gizmos and gadgets from her tech-savvy ex-boyfriend. Including a shrink ray. It had never been tested. But Yvette had the perfect plan.

She activated the device and pointed it at herself. There was a blinding flash of light and suddenly Yvette felt herself shrinking and shrinking until she was only a few inches tall. She had multiple choice words for her tiny ex at this moment.

Yvette scurried out from the club to the kitchen across the street where her cheating ex-boyfriend Brad was meeting his new stripper girlfriend Shayla and all her dancer friends for a pre-clubbing warmup. She saw them gathered in the kitchen, their towering high-heeled mules and stilettos looming large from Yvette's current perspective.

Yvette spotted Brad immediately, scrunched in a corner talking to Shayla. She couldn't help but notice how tiny and insignificant he looked now. It was perfect. She scampered towards him, trying to avoid being seen or stepped on.

Slipping up behind Brad unnoticed, Yvette reached up his pant leg and gave his tiny manhood a quick harsh tug. Brad let out a yelp and jumped in surprise. Shayla frowned at him.

"What's wrong baby? Leg cramp?" Shayla asked, crossing her long legs.

Yvette seized the moment. She scurried under Brad's other pant leg and tugged fiercely, pulling him off balance. Brad toppled forward face-first onto the kitchen tile floor with a groan.

"OMG what's wrong!" Shayla shrieked. The other dancers gasped and gathered around him.

Shayla knelt down and flipped Brad over. "Brad? Are you okay? Brad!" She waved a hand in front of his vacant eyes. He was out cold.

"What do we do?" One of the other strippers asked, wringing her hands.

"I don't know! Shayla, you're his girlfriend, what should we do?" Another stripper pleaded.

Shayla looked around wildly. Her eyes landed on Yvette, standing defiantly on the floor beside Brad's unconscious body. Shayla's eyes narrowed.

"There's a bug - I mean, a tiny person! Down there! And it's wearing a bikini!" Shayla announced. "I think it attacked Brad!"

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