Well, writing that first story spawned another. Enjoy!

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Well, writing that first story spawned another. Enjoy!

Post by coolguy69 » Mon Nov 28, 2022 6:27 am

The moment she shrank to four feet tall, no one noticed.
No one, except her.
Christina had worn a new dress that day, one that “dolled” her up. She was always imaginative that way. Shopping at a thrift store, she found it, and it fit her perfectly.
Little did she know, it fits everyone perfectly. You see, no matter what size a person is, the dress automatically adjusts itself to their features and their size. What had 10 seconds ago been a dress for someone 5’2” had grown to one for someone 5’8” when she approached it. An unaware thrift store worker had placed a normal hanger on it, and, luckily for them, the hanger held on despite its shrinking and growing nature. “Fits like a glove!” -creator of hangers
But not only was the dress equipped to grow and shrink without a wearer, it had originally been made for other purposes. Burning witches had died down into the 19th century, but witches themselves had continued their work. One such witch had crafted a dress with the intent that if worn, they would shrink to the size of a doll.
And it worked.
The reasons why the witch had created the dress were long forgotten. And the dress was old; its magic was rusty. And so, when Christina first put it on the following day, it had no effect. Somehow, the doll-like shoes, socks, and gloves she wore that day didn’t help the dress any to promote any instantaneous shrinkage. At least at first.
She went out to school the same day, working on her post-grad thesis. Wearing a dress like this was unusual for her, and unusual for her colleagues, who normally wore a more professional garb. But today was a day where Christina was just in the mood for a change of pace. She walked in and surprised everyone. After hearing a few kind comments of how she looked from her colleagues, she went to her office to continue work on her thesis.
She pondered and fell into a dreary daydream. What if giraffes mutated into a whole new species? What if they could become carnivores and take the lives of the innocent? This kind of spacey, unrealistic daydream is common when pondering how to complete 420 pages of schoolwork, and it had captivated her mind presently.
In this otherwise uneventful moment, the dress started to work its magic.
Attempting to squeeze her down to 6 inches, the dress’s magic could only create minimal shrinkage. But at 5’4”, Christina was no longer her original size.
Her feet continued to drag along the floor as she dreamed, but a bit more loosely, a bit less grounded…
The dress continued to chant its own spell silently, as if it-self were trying to muster “6 inches! 6 inches!” through an air-tight muzzle. The young woman did indeed shrink a little, and her shoes lifted off the floor as she shrank to, perhaps, 5 feet, if she stood up tall.
But the daydream only grew as her legs started to freely dangle. “What if the giraffes created their own society? What if they were sentient and intelligent?” her mind was focused on this foggy, mystical creation of her mind.
And then, she woke up.
But she only reached for her water, on her desk. For some reason, her hand missed it, and she leaned towards it and grabbed it. Must have been pushed away a bit, she lazily thought.
Like an excited child, she started to come up with an idea on her thesis. Yes! Of course! Maslow’s hierarchy! It was perfect, brilliant. Her legs swung up and down, missing the ground but tapping on the bottom side of the chair, as she excitedly leaned forward and added the information to her computer.
Again, something seemed off. Was she drunk? Why did she type “Nskie;d”? She looked at the keyboard and corrected it, “Maslow’s”. But something seemed off, and she wanted to walk a bit to shake it off.
But she didn’t shake it off. The dress, contouring to her body as she shrunk down, was continuing to cough out the rusty spell. While it wasn’t at full power, the shoes, socks, and gloves were affected by this spell, too, and shrank with her.
Christina continued to ponder what was happening. As she got off her chair and walked out the door with her tiny legs, she felt a chill coming down her spine.
Everything was bigger!
A man, who must have been at least 9 feet tall, passed her by, focused on his own thoughts. But the doorway was huge, too. Was it made for giraffes? Maybe. But there was a much more plausible, yet unbelievable explanation.
Would she continue to shrink? Would she be found? Would she go back to her room, close her door, and ponder her options? Would she find out what was shrinking her? These questions, like the witch’s intentions, are a mystery solved by the imaginative mind.

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