Thomas woke with a start, as a mouse scurried across the floor of his chambers. He was quite safe, in his tiny bed atop the table, but it still gave him a fright. A mouse could be quite dangerous to one of his size. He could have used his magic girdle to become more human in size, but the transformation required effort on his part to maintain. It certainly helped when courting the ladies of the court, but he could not hold the shape forever.

He stretched and swung himself up to sit on his bed. Next he pulled on his tiny red shirt and trousers. The Queen liked him to look his best. He splashed water from his acorn shell basin, onto his face and combed his hair into some semblance of order. Next he belted on his tiny rapier. It would grow with him, when he transformed, but still would be smaller than a normal sword. He relied on his wits and agility in duels, since he could not match the strength of his opponents. There were plenty of challenges, since he was constantly caught dabbling where he wasn't welcome.

He transformed to enter the corridors of the castle, since his tiny form made him in danger of being stepped on by some baker or soldier. This transformed him into a three foot tall man with shaggy golden hair and gray eyes. He grinned to himself, as he calmly picked the pocket of a passing noble, probably off to court. He pocketed the coins and dropped the purse out a nearby window. He has little doubt that the noble could afford to lose a little pocket change and his dear and doting mother was as poor a church mouse, despite having a chamber in the castle. She would sigh and roll her eyes, when he handed over various pretty items, worried that he would get himself into trouble, but never told him nay. She wasn't worried about his morals as much as his mortality.