A fabric shrinking Agent

Penny waited as Amy was talking to her colleagues about this situation, in the back of her mind she could feel her skirt was very uncomfortable and felt a tad restricting. Penny figured it was from all the moving around she did.

"Listen Penny, there isn't anything in that lab thats dangerous, you're not in any danger." Amy said calmly, she wasn't in any danger but humiliation was another story.

"Then you can get me out, right?," she spoke into the wall microphone. Amy looked uneasy, as though she were afraid of being the bearer of bad news.

"No," she replied, "Not right away. That particular lab is rigged with an anti-contamination device. In the event of a leak the room is automatically sealed by computer until complete diagnostics can be run to verify that there is no danger of building contamination. It's all automated. But we should be able to get you out in, oh, 15 minutes?"

Penny felt herself tapping her foot in nervousness, why oh why did she have to touch it? Now she was trapped in here with people looking at her as if she was an animal in the zoo. She went to sit and stopped short. God, her skirt felt tight! Like she had just indulged in way too big of a lunch, as she bent to sit she could feel the waistband of her skirt crimping around her waist uncomfortably tightly. She squirmed and seated herself on the stool and then made a little gasp as she saw the hem of her skirt ride well up above her knee. When she worked she favoured on a more knee length, she reflexively tugged down on the hem, but it wouldn't budge - it was as far down as it was going to go!

"What the. . " she said out loud. She knew this skirt was more modestly cut than this. She shook her head, was she losing her mind? Had that liquid affected her perceptions? Maybe she was having some kind of weird mild hallucination. She got up quickly, to re-check her skirt, let the hem fall back down to its normal length. No, she was sure of it - it was shorter! The hem rested slightly above the knee, and it had been below the knee before!

"Amy? Something isn't right." She eyed the crowd watching her, their faces no longer concerned as the danger seemed to have passed, but still full of curiosity. She paused. What was she going to say, was she going to announce over the intercom to a group of 30 strangers, "excuse me, I think my skirt has shrunk?" She hesitated, then continued. "Amy, do you have any idea what that liquid was?" Amy the entire time was talking with her colleagues.

"Just a simple compound that was supposed to heal small cuts, is there anything wrong?" Penny groaned. This whole day has been unusual. She glanced around the room, looking for any other signs of strange things happening that she could report other than comments on her apparel. . She reached for the intercom button and noticed that the sleeves of her blouse pulled tight on her arms, the cuffs suddenly being a full 2 inches short. She gazed uneasily at her arms and pushed the intercom button.

She was beginning to catch glances of heightened interest coming from her audience and she thought she saw a hand pointing out something in her direction. She glanced down and saw a line of light red lace from her panties peeking out past the hem of her skirt, which seemed to have crept further up her thigh. "Crap on a cracker!". She pulled nervously at the hem, glancing uneasily at the faces watching her.

"I think I know whats going on." Amy suddenly said. "It's rolling up polymers. What this liquid does is cause these chains to wind up into a tiny ball, essentially causing the polymer to shrink." Penny heard something drop on the floor, she glanced down and saw a few buttons from her blouse on the floor. If she would look up she would've seen a grin from her best friend who was secretly enjoying every moment of this.

"It'll shrink like you washed it - for openers. It's synthetic, isn't it?". On cue buttons were popping off the front of her blouse now, and the pretty lace of a red coloured bra appeared at the top of her blouse. She gasped and hugged her arms around her breasts. She felt a sudden pang of fear. And she slowly turned her head and looked out the window, her situation finally becoming clear in her head. The faces behind the window had apparently also figured out what was going on. Some of them were trying to look away, but were sneaking surreptitious glances, lacking the strength of will to not watch the show that was starting. Others gave up any pretense of looking away and were watching and pointing with rapt attention.

"Oh god, please stop! I don't want to be naked in front of everyone!" Penny inwardly screamed as more and more of her outfit started to become tighter.