Into the arcade

You go down the arcade and realize it comes to a dead end. You look about, trying to hide your desperation. “Can I help you miss?” a shop trader asks.

You keep looking around, unaware that he is talking you. There are a number of shops and stalls with potions and talismans. There are two naked doll size slave girls in skimpy outfits in one window. You stare at them. They must be no more than a foot tall. This shop obviously specializes in miniaturization magics.

“Can I help you?” he asks again.

“Yes,” you say. “I need a place to hide,” you let slip before you realize what you have said. You damn the white witch and her command to tell only the truth.

“Are you an escaped slave?” he asks.

“No,” you answer truthfully.

“Have you been separated from your master?” the man asks.

“No,” you again answer truthfully.

“Do you have a master?” he asks intently.

“No,” you respond as you look back over your shoulder.

“Come quickly, I have a way to hide you,” he takes your hand in his and leads you into his shop. You stare in amazement at the tiny clothes for woman. Halters, heals, necklaces and robes – all manner of things, all doll size, all exquisitely made. “In here. I’ll come get you when they are gone. Be quiet till then,” he pushes you into a small booth. It is quite cramped at first, but then you realize it is not so bad. In fact it’s deceptively spacious. Weirdly it becomes more so. You stare at the wall, slightly perplexed. Is it moving? The roof of the booth seems to be higher than it was before. In shock you suddenly realize that the room is changing. Growing, at least from your perspective, because you are shrinking. You try to open the door to the booth with no luck. You stare up in horror as the booth becomes huge, its ceiling like a vaulted cathedral. This can’t be happening. You can’t be shrunk into a doll sized human!

The door suddenly opens and a giant looms before you. He reaches down and picks you up. It takes you a moment to realize that this is the shop tender and he is no giant. You have been drastically shrunk. He takes you and puts you in the same cage as the two other tiny girls. You stare at them in their silky little panties with satin and lace trim. You are the same size as them now.

“Oh no!” you cry as the man pulls your clothes from your body and places silky negligee and sandals beside you. You feel naked and exposed, particularly with your rings showing. The last thing you want is one of these girls to become your mistress. You quickly dress in the clothes provided. Wearing female clothes is quite alien for you and woulb be embarresong enough. Umfortunately these clothes leave you little better than naked and emphasize every feminine curve of your body. The halter holds your large tits up and together, accentuate your substantial cleavage. You realize that the silken material is transparent and shows the outline of your nipples and breasts to full advantage. The thong panty fits very snugly, ridings up your ample but crack and barely covering your new sex. The heeled sandles are a welcome relief for your arched feet but you stand unsteadily in them.

“We tried to warn you about the booth, but you didn’t hear us,” one of the girls says. She is blonde and prettily petite, dressed as revealingly as you.

“He fooled us in the same way. It’s disgusting. He makes us wear these skimpy clothes to sell us! I’m a free woman, not some little sex doll. If someone who knows me sees me, he’ll pay!”

“And you know someone that would come here?”