What followed were hours of tests, aimed at trying to find out what was causing me to shrink. My doctor, Dr. Arnett, drew blood, took samples of my pee and poo, and asked me about any unusual event or occurrence I could think of.
And I continued to get smaller.
"Fascinating," Dr. Arnett said. "Your shrinking is occurring at the cellular level; each of your cells is noticeably smaller than, say, my cells."
"I don't need a microscope to tell me I'm shrinking," I replied. I hopped down from the exam table, and my pants and panties pooled around my ankles, as if I had borrowed them from someone who was bigger than I was. "Can you tell me what's causing this? Or how to stop it?"
"I wish I could, Riley," she answered. "Unfortunately, all your tests have come back negative; apart from shrinking, you're a perfectly healthy young woman. There's absolutely nothing in your tissues that shouldn't be there; and nothing that should be there, but is missing. It's as if your body simply decided to shrink."
"What do we do now, Doctor?" Mom asked.
"I'd like to bring in some specialists; perhaps someone can find something I missed."
"What's the point?" I asked. "At the rate I'm shrinking, by the time they find the answer, there won't be enough left of me to help."
"Well, it's your decision, Riley. I can attempt to conduct private research; perhaps there are rumors of cases like yours."
"How small am I now?"
Dr. Arnett measured me. "Five feet, one and a half inches."
Five feet, one and a half. At this rate, soon, I would be smaller than Esme. Then, smaller than Jocelyn. Then, smaller than her dolls.I decided to get off this train of thought; I might not have much longer, so I'd better live in the moment.
The moment I was getting smaller by.