If I could keep the same proportions, and not get dwarfish health and anatomical issues, I'd say 3', '4 maybe?

That's what I'm thinking of. Stay with the same proportions and shrink down to 3'. I think that's probably good enough for the short term...

But then a 1' proportional is going to be intresting.

I kept it well, a little reasonable, since I still want to do everything I can already.

Apart from reaching his places, 'course.

*Grin wickedly* Small enough to fit in my pants <3

if we're talking realistic sizes. id want you (proportional, not like, dwarfish) maybe lower chest, upper stomach height.

if we're talking ideal size, throwing realism out the window, Waist height

I'd like you to be about 3 feet tall. You could help me get food off the bottom shelf without damaging my back and give bj's without hurting yours.

if you could make me that short, then you'd definitely get one in thanks!

You bet. *goes back into the lab*

waits in rapt anticipation! Smaller is better!

id make you 6 inches tall >;3

and myself!

Realistically? 4'8" would be about perfect. There's a guy at my work around that height, which (relative to me) is just short enough to be really adorable yet tall enough that eye contact is not a strain.

Unrealistically? About 2 feet ;)

that's about ten inches shorter than I am now, and would be quite nice!

I don't care much about height, but I do enjoy making people happy. So I'd make you as short as you wanted to be.

But you'd have to tell me how short that was.

Think we've got ourselves a vicious cycle here.

I was short once in real life.

Everyone kept telling me I couldn't do certain things until I was bigger/older. So it wasn't that fun.

Here's a bit of a story I'm working on, on shrinking.net about two kids who shrink or grow people. This part is about a college student who goes down to 4 ft tall or so (gradual, not sudden). You may enjoy...

The next test was gradual shrinking and they needed someone nearby, so they could see the progress. A next door neighbor would be perfect though they both wondered if this would lead to more suspicion of them.
And this time it would be shrinking, not growing.

Eric Wilbur was a 20 year old college student who lived next door and would say hi to them. Jeff gave him a zap from the SAM, set a certain way. Eric was about five foot eleven and often wore a T shirt, shorts or jeans,
and sandals or sneakers. What would be interesting, Jeff told Matt, was that the clothes at the time of the
zapping would slowly shrink but of course his other clothes would not.

A day or so later they saw Eric who looked worried and...a bit shorter.

He was maybe three inches taller than Matt--whose height had been increased to five feet tall.

"I can't figure it out--my clothes seem bigger and I feel smaller," he told them. "Some of them still fit, but.."
Eric showed them how his T-shirt was bigger. His jeans kept sliding down, even with belt tightening,and the inseam was too big. His sneakers seemed several sizes too big.

"And you're..." Eric shook his head. "I noticed you grew a bit, Matty, but Jeff? Are you well over 6 feet tall now?"

The tip of Eric's head was now level with Jeff's nose.

"I think I'm still 5-ten."
A day later, Eric was down for four foot seven. Finally a day or so after that, Eric stood maybe 4 foot 1 and a half.

Eric went over to them. He was about level with the center of Matt's neck, and Jeff's armpits. Jeff was about the same size he (Eric) used to be. The college student was now wearing clothes meant for seven or eight year olds
(though the ones he was wearing a few days ago fit him fine).
His feet were down to maybe seven and a half inches long.

"I saw the doctor and he's mystified!," he told them in a prepubescent-sounding voice.
"Did you de-age? Are you seven again?"

"No, I'm still the same age--look, I got the beard and I look like someone who should be 20, but now---he says I'm maybe 4 feet one. And I used to weigh 160 but now it's about 57 pounds! You must weigh twice what I do!,"
Eric said to Matt, the nine year old who towered over him. "I don't know when it's going to stop!"

"Maybe it's stopped now," Jeff said, who knew quite well that it would. "Maybe you'll grow again, maybe soon."

"I hope it happens soon," said Eric, a look of shock on his face. "Do you know I have to stand on chairs to reach stuff, people give me looks--kids especially. The others over at the college are huge and my little legs and
feet have a tough time keeping up with them."

Jeff reached under Eric's arms and lifted him up a foot and a half or so. Eric wasn't pleased. "Everyone wants to do that to me now!," said Eric. "They think I'm an adorable little kid."