Shrink Out of Clothes

"Let's shrink you out of your clothes," you say, "that sounds fun."

"Awesome. Shrinking out of clothes is so much more fun than shrinking nude."

Carrie goes and sits on the edge of the bed. She grins at you as she swings her legs up onto the bed and moves herself to sit on the pillow.

"Okay, I'm ready," she says, grinning. "You ready?"

"I think so," you say.

"Just point the remote in my direction and press the big 'enter' button. I'm already locked into its targeting system so it should shrink me right down. Plus, you just need to press the button, no need to press and hold."

You nod and smile back. "Ready?"

"Yup."

You point the remote at her and press the enter button hard. A diode in the end of the remote glows purple as you press the button before going dark again as you let go of the button. You watch as Carrie starts shrinking. It's not an insta-shrink where she shrinks to a center point before gravity takes effect. Instead, you watch as your girlfriend just dwindles in size as a faint purple aura surrounds her. As she shrinks, her clothes get looser and looser until she disappears into a pile of fabric. In total, it takes about five minutes for her to shrink down to a foot tall. When she's finished shrinking, you set the remote down on the dresser and go over to the bed to see if this is real or not.

Reaching the bed, you find a pile of colthes with something squirming around underneath. You gently pull away the empty jeans and lift up the loose t-shirt. Stuck in her bra is a doll-sized Carrie. Her proportions haven't changed. She's still your gorgeous well-endowed girlfriend, just small. You help her out of the bra before picking up the ruler Carrie had left on her nightstand and measuring the tiny woman laying on the pillow. Exactly twleve inches. You shake your head in amazment as you put the ruler back on the nightstand.

"It actually worked," you mutter, still not quite believing what you just did.

"Of course it worked, stupid," Carrie snaps back. "I told I'd do anything and when you said you had a transformation fetish, you think I won't deliver on real transformations?"

"Well..." you stammer.

"So you now have a sexy foot-tall woman to play with. How do you want to proceed?"