"It's all your fault," Sharon yelled at Jim. "If you hadn't talked me into putting on that schoolgirl costume, this wouldn't have happened to me."
"And it's still happening," Jim observed.
Sharon looked around and saw the ceiling getting further away. Soon her eyes were at the level of Jim's shirt pocket. A few moments later, his belt. Then she stopped.
By now, her pair of french-cut panties were utterly carvernous. Sharon looked up and saw Jim grinning. Pulling the panties up and clutching them to her chest, she yelled at Jim, "Stop stawwing at my titties."
"What's to stare at," Jim chuckled. "You look all of four-years-old now. Well, we can't have a cute little girl like you running around naked."
Spying a dusty old truck in a nearby closet, Jim suggested that there maybe some clothes Sharon's size inside. Opening the truck with a momentous creek, Jim pulls out first a little girl's camisole, then a pair of girl's panties with pictures of the Little Mermaid on them.
"Let me put these on you," Jim told his shrunken girlfriend. "No!" Sharon replied. "They may make me stiww younger!"
Jim grabs Sharon's tiny arm and begins to stuggle with her to get her in the Little Mermaid panties. This leads to...
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