This choice: Remove everything, though you don't go back to normal. • Go Back...Chapter #6Stuck Stunted by: Ëtalfni   "This is," you stuttered before shaking your head. "This is not normal."
No matter how loopy you were, you weren't about to ignore the fact that you were clearly shrinking in size. But, in that moment, you could only think to do one thing as you tripped over your own clothing. Everything fell off your body, from your pants, to your shirt, to your underwear. Until the only thing left remaining on your person was...
"The socks!"
For good measure, you tore them off your feet too. The moment they stopped touching your body, you were overcome by a sense of relief. Like your whole body had been tingling and finally stopped, like if your foot had been asleep. It was then you made the realization.
"Wait a minute. These are mom's socks, aren't they?"
You had a look at yourself in the mirror.
Though you had removed the socks, you didn't return to normal. Instead, you remained at the stunted size of 5'8 though the rest of you looked exactly as you normally did. Just smaller and more compact. You were completely yourself until you looked down at your feet.
"What the? Nail polish?"
Below your ankles, it was like your feet belonged to an entirely different person. They were stunted and stubby, like the belonged to someone who was chubby. Even in your shrunken state, the foot size was completely off proportionally and you wobbled on your tiny feet. Even the socks belonged to your mother, you made the logical leap that these feet were also hers.
"How is this even possible?" you asked, still struggling with the idea of what had happened to you.
You quickly played through everything that had happened up until that point. The only odd thing that you had done was wear your mother's socks.
"Does that mean I can transform into other people if I wear their clothes?"
To prove that point, you quickly broke into your own drawers and pulled out some socks of your. You slid them on your shrunken feet and waited to see if they would turn back to normal.
But minutes of nothing happening proved that wouldn't be the case.
"There's something special about these socks then," you decided, holding up the offending pair. "Maybe it's because I did the wash with them?"
That would mean that there was something funny about the clothing in the laundry room. Perhaps if you got there, you could determine what it was and fix it.
Unfortunately, you could hear movement downstairs in the living. Crap. Your mom and Briana were home.
Walking down there naked simply wasn't an option. You could always try wearing your own clothing, as it didn't seem to do anything to you. But that might just end up with you getting caught and in trouble.
If you were about 5'8, you would be Janet's size. Perhaps there was something of hers that you could borrow from the bedrooms. But that would just result in potentially you turning into her next.
Or perhaps it would be smarter just to wait in your bedroom and lock the door. Maybe your family would go away or you might even turn back to normal, eventually.
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