"I wonder what would happen if I added more..." you mused aloud. The idea was titillating. For some reason the idea of being smaller and curvier was incredibly captivating.
You realized you were starting to sport an erection - which looks much larger against your smaller legs, and quite out of place. You grinned a bit out of the pure alien-ness of the situation before throwing on a pair of sweats and tying the drawstring tight. Admiring yourself in the mirror, you looked ridiculous. Your torso looked almost as long as your legs, and your pants had to be cuffed three times just to keep yourself from tripping. Better get something fast.
Slipping out of your room, you slowly slinked down toward the laundry area, carefully avoiding Janet's room to avoid questions you couldn't answer. As you began to let your guard down, your mother yelling from across the house nearly made your heart jump into your throat.
"John! I saw the laundry still downstairs! I told you I wanted that done today!"
It took you a second to calm down and call back, albeit a bit weakly, "Y..yeah mom! I just need to throw some more of my things in, but I'll bring your stuff up!"
"It's been sitting there for a while, dear! Make sure things aren't wrinkled!"
Muttering something under your breath about how it was your weekend too, you slipped downstairs at long last. All of your mother and Janet's clothes were right where you left them. You quickly threw your load of laundry into the wash, making sure to add a bit of Witch's Wash, before turning your attention to the basket.
Surely mom wouldn't miss one or two things? But what to take? And how to make sure not to be caught at your new stature?
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