She does, but doesnt seem to really care. (passive mother route)

"oh, hi hunny" she says non chalantly.

"Mom! what happened why am I small?" you yell at her

"Hmm? isnt that how you always were?" she says in a "thats nice" kinda way.

"What?! No of fucking course not!" you yell in both confusion and anger.

"Oh well, not like we can change it" she says looking around the room. "have you seen the tv remote by the way hunny?"

Your almost in shock at her casualness at the situation, her own son spontaneusly shrank to the size of at best a candy bar and she was more interested in watching tv!

"Found it!" She yelled across the room, and proceeded to sit down next to you on the sofa, causing you to tumble into her hip.

"Ow!" you yell up at her, but she doesnt even look down when she says "Whats the matter?"

Your nearly at your wits end when you realise your hand you put against her for support is slightly sunk in to her pink dress covered thighs. The sensation is strange but in a good way, and you begin to recall that being shrunken was one of your bigger fantasies.

"Nothing, Mom" you say, distracted by the softness, at this point you became more aware of your mother, she was wearing a pink knee high dress, but as far as you could see not much else, you recalled that this was your mothers around the house attire, and remember that one time as a kid you walked up the stairs behind her and saw she wasnt wearing anything beneath it. You gulp to yourself thinking whether or not she is going commando again. After a while you realise you've still been groping her thigh fat and she hasnt moved a muscle in notice. You then play out everything thats happened back in your head and come up with a idea, she has been very non reactionary to alot of things only even acknowledging you when you call out to her directly, you decide to....