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Just a Little Fun by Nomdreserv


Part 4

In the shower, Karen readjusted the nozzle to better suit her smaller size. The spray of water covered a larger portion of her body and seemed to hit with slightly greater force, but these actually felt good, and she rotated slowly under its soothing massage.

It was strange: the shower, the sink, the bathroom fixtures all looked bigger or higher, reminding her constantly of her predicament. Yet, as she closed her eyes and soaped her body, she could imagine it all as a dream. She still felt the same, every inch of her body reassuringly familiar. As long as her eyes were closed, she could pretend it was all a dream. Well, almost: her wedding ring moved up and down on her finger, its looseness testimony to her smaller size.

Her mind wandered, imagining Bob getting ever bigger, towering over her tiny form, but instead of being frightened, she began to enjoy the fantasy. Her slippery hands moved over her breasts, rubbing around and then gently over the nipples, then wandered down towards her abdomen and pelvis. Her eyes stay closed as her fantasies and hands progressed.

She caught herself as she actually began to masturbate in earnest. What was she doing? She should be scared to death, or at least trying to come up with a plan to get the antidote from Lisa, not getting excited. She flushed, imagining Lisa's reaction if she could have seen her masturbating in the shower (and Lisa would have given just about anything to see her doing that), already giving in just as Lisa had predicted.

With an act of will, she stopped herself and finished her shower, wrapping herself in a now extra large bath towel. Looking at herself in the mirror, she again remarked at how she appeared the same to her own eyes; she just couldn't see as much of herself from this lower perspective. As she dried her hair, she planned her morning.

First would be checking her current clothes for usable items, then going out to purchase supplemental items. She wanted to maintain a semblance of normalcy for as long as possible, and didn't want clownishly oversized clothes to remind them of what was happening. Then, she decided, it would be back to the routine, or as routine as things could be, while they waited to see how much she shrank, or Lisa came to her senses. Of course, she and Bob could still enjoy their vacation...

She caught her hand straying again. What was going in? Could Lisa be right: could she actually be turned on by this? She forced herself back to the here and now. Her hair dry, she put on her too large bathrobe, pushed up the sleeves and walked out into the bedroom to get dressed.

Bob still waited about anxiously, dressed only in his boxers. He looked at her searchingly.

"You OK?"

"Of course," she tried to reassure him. "I told you - we make do." As if to prove her point, she feigned complete nonchalance and picked out some underwear. Pulling on her panties, she found them noticeably loose but at least temporarily stable, then dropped her robe to put on a bra. Her new size 34 still fit pretty well. As she adjusted it, she caught Bob's reflection in the mirror watching her. Was that an erection she saw? Maybe she wasn't the only one beginning to consider the randy possibilities to her affliction.

She turned to face him, and he quickly turned and shifted his stance to hide the tent in his shorts. She smiled, but wasn't quite ready to follow through any further at this point.

"Honey, make yourself useful and grab the tape measure while I dress."

"Oh, sure." He blushed, hoping she hadn't caught his reaction to seeing her loose panties exposing a little of her behind. He was sure Karen would go ballistic if she thought her shrinking was exciting him. He started downstairs, then realized her intent, and added, "Are you sure you want to know?"

"Why not? My height won't change if we measure, and it may give us an idea what to expect the next few days. It will also help me pick out some clothes."

He nodded and hurried off. Karen picked one of her smallest shirts, now loose and hanging low, and tried on the new slacks she had bought. Of course, they were too long now, but she managed the waist with a tight belt, though down to the last notch but one, and rolled up the cuffs. By tightening her sandal straps extra hard, she also made the shoes fit reasonably well. She appraised herself. Clothes not too obviously mismatched - she just looked like a short, small woman, probably hard to buy for.

Bob returned with the measure. Standing as tall as she could, he extended the tape.

"Four ten," he read off.

Her heart sank, despite her outward calm. Already under five feet!

"Not as bad as I thought," she lied cheerily. "Why don't you shower, and I'll get breakfast."

She thought she noticed a response from his cock again as he measured her, but he hurried into the shower before she could weaken and act on it. Still, she found it a relief that she might not be alone in finding some aspects of this exciting.

The kitchen proved a rude awakening. It was amazing the difference eight inches made. She needed a stepstool to reach the upper shelves, and even found herself looking up at the top shelf in the refrigerator. The stove and counter top were close to chest height, and she wondered how long she could function normally as she cooked breakfast. When she sat down to eat, the table was uncomfortably high, and her feet no longer reached the floor when she sat back in her chair, adding to her discomfort.

Bob walked in, looking remarkably tall again she noted, and she told him to help himself to half the omelet still left. She grabbed her purse and car keys.

"Be back soon," she said, feeling a twinge at how far she had to look up into his face. He took the cue and leaned down to kiss her goodbye. It was a longer kiss than usual, full of care and warmth, and it gave her a tingle which lifted her spirits. Unfortunately, his next words squashed them again.

"Are you sure you want to drive? You know..."

She flared.

"I am not helpless! And I'm going to do everything I can while I can."

He looked hurt.

"I didn't mean that. I was thinking about your license if you get pulled over."

"Oh." She hadn't considered that yet. Still, she felt a need to prove herself and pretend to normalcy a while longer. "Sorry. I see your point, but I think I'll be OK. It's a short drive, and I'll be careful. I could just say the height was a misprint anyway - I mean, what's the alternative? I'm shrinking?"

He nodded. "Well, I wouldn't believe it. Love you. See you soon."

She echoed the sentiment and went out to her car. Another unpleasant reminder of her change, as she found the steering wheel perceptibly larger and higher. The dashboard was also higher and cut off some of her view, though not enough to be dangerous she thought, and she had to scoot the seat forward all the way to get comfortable. Taking a deep breath, she adjusted her mirrors and started the car.

The actual drive passed without incident. She entered the mall and walked towards the department store. As she walked, she noticed many people looking twice at her, especially teenagers. Her heart sank as she noticed almost all the teens were taller than her, including many junior high kids. Even some of the early adolescent girls, with breasts and hips barely swelling, were taller, making her feel more and more conspicuous. Worse, she caught several young teen boys staring at her, apparently unsure of her age and wondering if she was just an unusually well endowed 12 year old. It wasn't until they saw her face more clearly or she caught them staring that they would turn away, blushing.

She blushed too. She could understand their confusion - she wasn't just short, her frame was smaller, her arms as thin as most of the older children she saw. Add in baggy clothes, and it was no wonder they were mistaking her for a kid. As she caught more covert glances, she hurried on to the store, the tall figures around her beginning to make her feel claustrophobic.

In the store, she went first to the juniors' section, but then thought better of it, realizing that though the clothes might fit now, they would be "outgrown" in short order. Instead, she went to the girls' department and picked out some basic shirts and shorts with elastic waistbands in several sizes down to a girls' 4; she figured that would cover her to about three feet. She decided against toddler sizes as too embarrassing - if it came to that, she would just wear the bigger clothes.

She stopped as she noticed a cute little girl's sundress, and on impulse added it to her pile. "My treat when I pass four feet," she thought, choosing a size 6 as about right. She also grabbed some plain socks and panties in a range of sizes. While she was busy adding items to her collection, a store clerk approached from behind and addressed her sternly.

"I don't think you should be taking all those clothes, young lady," she reprimanded. "Can I help you find something specific?"

She startled as Karen turned around, her face and form revealing her as an adult.

"Oh, I...I'm sorry...err, ma'am. I thought...I mean....please let me help you." She began sorting and folding items busily. It was difficult to tell who was more embarrassed, but the clerk tried to hide the awkwardness by continuing. "You surprised me by picking so many items in different sizes." She looked at Karen sideways, trying to judge if some of the clothes were for her. "We have a very nice junior and petite section...for whatever you're looking for. Of course, most of our short...I mean, most women don't have your small bone structure, so I could see..."

"I'm shopping for my nieces," Karen cut her off.

"Oh, of course. I didn't mean....that is, I know how hard finding the right clothes can be."

"I'm done." She handed her a charge card.

"Of course. Thank you. I'll take care of these." She hurried off in relief to bag the clothes. Karen paid and also left quickly, feeling even more self conscious, but stopped again, remembering a couple of other items.

Bras would be a problem. Her relative breast size was the same, and disproportionate for a girl's training bra. Instead, she walked over to sports wear and picked out several stretchy cotton running bras in their smallest sizes. While there, she found a pair of kid's sneakers and bought them as well.

Temporarily satisfied, she left the store and entered the busy mall traffic again. Once more, she found herself looking eye to eye only with preteens, and caught several stares at her small body. She imagined what it would be like to be even smaller, a doll size figure in a forest of legs, lost among the giants. She walked faster, wondering if the laughter from a group of loitering teens was directed at her, and kept her eyes fixed straight ahead to avoid any more surprised stares. She fought through the crowd, out of the mall, and finally reached the safety of her car.

Her sense of relief was momentary. The mirrors were wrong again, and her view over the dashboard even more restricted. She must have lost at least another inch while shopping. She could feel the difference as her feet worked the pedals, her seat having already reached the limit of forward adjustment earlier, and though she made her way home without significant difficulty, she fought back tears as she realized she wouldn't be driving again.


End part 4





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