You head over to the computer to check your email, since you just finished working on Jessica’s computers. NEW MAIL, blipped in the corner. It was from Sam. You eagerly click the icon.
Hey You,
Wanted to make sure you don’t forget me.
There was an attachment. You open it up, several pictures of Sam either in a bikini or in her cowboy girl costume from last Halloween pop up on the screen. She is smiling and making kissy faces and leaning over showing her cleavage to tease. You remember when these were taken, and how it felt to make out, and have her tung…SHOOOT!
You realize that you are loosing mass too quick. You hop off the chair, literally hop because your feet aren’t touching the floor any more. Your cloths become looser as you keep going. DAMN! Sam always thought this was the ultimate compliment, she joked that when you didn’t shrink for her, she would have to go in for plastic surgery. Women. Of course that didn’t help your problem. You stand up and feel your DINGDONG pushing against your pants, the irony is never lost on you, a part of you gets bigger while everything else gets smaller.
You are about 4 feet tall now. You pull up your pants and scuttle to the hall bathroom. It isn’t easy, it is like running in your dad’s cloths back when you where 9. You open your door poke your head out, cost is clear. Then shuffling at fast as you can your shoes fall off but you leave them. Your hands are full with your pants falling down around you and your shirt that is slowly becoming a full man-dress.
You make it into the bathroom and shut the door. But you kept shrinking to 2 and ½. You can’t reach the lock. Okay, ignore that you make your way to the sink that is now just out of reach. You let your pants drop and slip out of your shirt. Not the first time this happened. HUP, you jump up and catch the edge of the sink than start pulling yourself up…Just need to get the cold water running and everything will be okay...
“Mines clogged up, I’ll use the hall…Why are Jack’s shoes in the hall?”
It takes a moment for you to figure it out as MOM! You are half way up to the sink when you hear the doorknob jostle and start turning…DAMN, you drop back down to the ground…
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