Who Shrunk My girlfriend? (with Inner Self đźŽ)
Your morning was supposed to be normal. Wake up. Coffee. Maybe scroll your phone. Instead you find Jess — your girlfriend — standing on your desk screaming at you… because she’s now six inches tall. To make things worse, she’s absolutely convinced you did this to her. Now everything is a threat: mugs, keyboards, crumbs, pets, and gravity. Congratulations. Your day just turned into “Protect the Angry Tiny Jess Simulator.” Added LewdLeah's inner-self
