[Hugo Prosperio]

I don't tend to post a lot of stuff here, mainly because most of the content I make (either for my site or elsewhere) doesn't have a whole lot of process. I do love process though, and it's always part of my stories...so here is something for you all to read. I hope you enjoy.

Pixie Dust

Chapter One: A Strange Old House

Caitlin regretted ever stepping foot in the old house she found down the street from her new apartment. As she looked over to a pile of her giant clothes, she contemplated what had happened to her. She had wandered into the house, and found a door that was unlocked, and slightly ajar. Inside she found what seemed to be a normal bedroom, except for a small box sitting on the dresser. Inside the box was a fine dust. A note on the inside cover of the box simply read Pixie Dust.

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?Pixie Dust? she said, with an arched eyebrow. She closed the box, and walked away, looking out of the window of the room, which gave way to a view of a beautiful garden.

?Nice Place.? She said as she smiled. I wonder who lives here.? She asked to no one in particular as she gazed out into the garden.

?I do.? Said an older man, looking like a cross between your father and actor Vincent Price. ?I am a butler here in this mansion?welcome. I am sorry I was unable to greet you at the door. You are??

?Uh?Caitlin Miller?? she said quickly, still shocked by the sudden appearance of the man.

?Well, Caitlin. Welcome... Feel free to stay as long as you like. This room is open?? he remarks.

?Oh, I don?t need a place to stay. I live just down the street. I thought this place was abandoned. I just was curious what was inside.?

?Curious as all?23 year old women are, of course. You are 23, correct??

Shocked at his correct guess, she only nodded.

?I am usually pretty good at guessing someone?s age. Now, I have other business to attend to, so I do hope you?ll enjoy the house. A word of advice. Don?t bottle up your curiosity?let it roam free, for this mansion is not what it seems, and curiosity in this house will lead you on many adventures, I can assure you.?

?Uh, thank you, sir.? Caitlin stammered as the man left, leaving the door slightly ajar still as he went.

?Strange man.? She said as she looked out the window. ?the house is stranger, though.? She mumbles as she left the window and wandered back over to the dresser. He had said not to bottle up her curiosity, and that box of supposed Pixie Dust had left her mighty curious.

She picked up the box, no bigger than say, a jewelry box, and held it in her hand. The box was fairly plain, except for a red ruby set right in the middle of the top of it. She slowly hinged it open and stared at the fine golden powder that rested inside.

?Wonder what it?s for?? she said as she pinched a bit of the dust between her fingers and raised it abover her head. Setting down the box, she started to whistle ?You Can Fly? from Disney?s Peter Pan as she began to sprinkle the dust onto her head. She sighed, disappointed in her own gullible nature. The dust was probably colored sand or something, said a thought running through her head?or it was until a strange numness took over her entire body?

?Oh?wow, I don?t feel so?? she started to say as the numbness gave way to a tingle, like a foot that had ?fallen asleep? waking up. The tingle, however, wasn?t located in one single area, it covered her whole body.

?The Dust!? she gasped?She picked up the box again, looking for some sign of what is going to happen?the tingle were getting stronger, and suddenly she felt fuzzy. The box fell to the ground, oddly not spilling any of the dust, and she staggered around trying to catch her balance on the near by bed post.

Once she got her balance settled she noticed something?something very odd?the room seemed to be larger?

?but?that, that couldn?t be could it?? she said as the tingling got stronger, and the room got larger again.

?What in the blue?? she said, and then noticed that her clothing seemed to be larger as well. Her shirt, which was fairly tight to reveal her ample cleavage was now loose, her breasts sticking out of the top.

?What the hell? What is going?? she paused as her mind flashed back to the dust and everything suddenly became clear. The dust, the Pixie dust wasn?t making her fly or anything like that, it was going to make her small, like a pixie!

?Oh No?? she said as the tingling got stronger, and the room started to get larger, much faster. She could see in a nearby mirror that she was indeed getting smaller. Shrinking was the term, she believed. She stepped forward, trying to get a closer look at herself, and she stepped right out of her Converse shoes, and her socks tripped her. She landed on the floor with an ?Oomph? and as soon as she could she got back up, and watched in horror as her skirt and panties fell to the floor, far too large for her body, now just a tad less than half her former height. Her shirt stayed on, resting on her shoulders for a few more moments, before droping to the ground, joining the other garments, leaving the dwindling Caitlin completely naked.

If she had to guess, she?d say she was about two feet tall now, no larger in height than a toddler, and the tingling had yet to stop.

?Why did I ever come into this house? she sobbed as she looked over at her clothes. Her mind reeled back to her finding the room, the box of dust, the old man, and her stupidly trying out the dust?and now here she was, shrunk, now reaching the size of your average doll.

The room was now gigantic to her, and she gazed up at the dresser which had held the box of dust, and was wowed by it?s sheer size, like that of a large building in the city. The bed towered aboved her too, looking like a sports arena or something.

?Good Christ, I am so small? she said, still not coming to grips with the situation. The tingling had stopped, and she would guess she was around a foot tall or so, but she couldn?t be sure.

She walked over to her shoes, which were now humoungous. She could fit her entire body into one of them if she wanted, which she didn?t. She marveld at how something that was almost too small for her feet merely moments ago was now the size of a large bus.

?This is great?just fucking perfect. What am I gonna do now?? she yelled aloud.

?Hello?? answered back a voice. It seemed to be coming from underneath the bed.

?Is someone there?? asked Caitlin, being very timid.

?Of course there is!? said a very cheerful voice. Out of the shadows of the bed stepped a beautiful girl, about half of Caitlin?s height, probably six inches tall or so. The girl smiled and ran over and hugged the stunned Caitlin.