Why did I do this? thought Jim. Why did I think this would help?
Jim looked down at her transformed self. Her ill-fitting "party dress" barely covered her thighs. Jim felt that it was bad enough her beloved johnson had been replaced with a coochie, worse was that she had no underwear on and things felt breezy.
She felt dizzy and out of it; like she was sleepwalking. Was this a dream?
Still warm from Alice's giant-seeming hands, Jim walked past the egg cups of food and into the house. The floor and the door had a shoddy feel to it. As Jim closed it, it just fit into place; there was no latch or bolt. Jim closed her eyes for a minute, trying to shut out the giant world outside the door.
"Jim? Is that really you?"
Sharon was wearing a pink dress, pink skirt and bright white plastic shoes that looked like they were painted with glitter paint.
Sharon was appraising Jim, she also seemed like she was sleepwalking. Sharon spoke like each sentence was a bit of an effort. "I watched Alice change you. Your boobs are huge. We're the same height. Your clothes don't fit."
Jim wasn't sure what to say. "I'm a girl now." She wanted to say more, but the squeaky/cute sound of her own voice stopped her. It was like an alien was talking.
Sharon nodded, then shrugged. "I'm still sleepy from shrinking. There's a bed upstairs. I'm going to sleep."
Jim watched Sharon go up the ticky-tack pink plastic stairs. The ceiling in the stairway was low, and Sharon had to lean forward to keep her head from banging on the ceiling.
Jim thought that he should be terrified. That he was probably some kind of prisoner, and that Alice might be doing some horrible things.
But at that moment, Jim just couldn't do it. Bed sounded like a really good idea. Maybe there would be more clothes in the bedroom.
Jim started following Sharon upstairs when they heard Alice laugh at something. It was a deep booming laugh that sounded like thunder, or maybe a rockslide. Jim realized Alice was talking to someone, maybe on the phone.
Jim knew that she should be paying attention, that she'd probably be mad at herself later for not listening, but between the exhaustion and the distraction of her outsized breasts, her brain felt hazy.
Jim followed Sharon into the bedroom. The bed was wide enough for two, even though they both seemed to tall for it. It was comfortable enough. Jim and Sharon lay down with their clothes still on and almost immediately fell asleep.
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