A Matter of Perspectives (story, GTS/SW, F/f)

[pseudoclever]

So here we have the main event, as promised. And before we get into any backstory, I need to put a warning right up front.

This story is equal parts growing and shrinking content. If you like one of those, hate the other, then I would advise you to skip this story.

Background

This story was influenced by quite a few good size transfer stories out there. penguinboy's excellent story Faerie was NOT one of those, although I enjoyed it - and I mention it here only because I found that one after this story had been completed. There are enough similarities that I worried about being accused of plagiarism. In any case, if you haven't already, you should check out that particular work. Doubt you'll regret it.

And as usual, I'm doing my intentional-unintentional Stephen King ripoff here. Can't help it, sorry.

Tags

GTS/SW - in the mini-gts, and er...what would you call it...macro-sw? There's some BE, some FMG, but those are fairly minor.

Schedule

Updates will be Sunday/Tuesday/Thursday with this particular story. Six chapters, ~11,000 words.

And so, let's get to it.





A Matter of Perspectives

by pseudoclever


When she was lying down, it was much harder to see what was wrong with her. Sandra knew it. And so this was how she spent much of her time, whether it was study, exercise, or just plain old sprawled out on the couch watching television. On this particular day she was lying in bed, curled up with a good book, the dense tome balancing lightly against the flat base of her tummy. Frowning, she stared down one of the more obscure passages, almost seeming to demand of it the information she wanted.

She was beautiful. People had been telling Sandra she was beautiful since middle school, and this was even before the first surge of puberty had turned her into a goddess. A lovely, soft featured face. Curves that were enough to send most other girls into fits of pillow-pounding rage. A healthy, natural tan, the sort people might spend hours in a saloon trying to fake. Yet there was still one thing about her...that one thing she hated.

And if you asked Sandra, it was quite a big deal.

?Sandra? Oy there roomie, you home?? From across the apartment came the rattling of a large set of keys, followed by a heavy door slamming shut. ?Olly olly oxen free, come out come out wherever you are!? A pause. ?I've got something for yoou!? the voice sang.

The girl looked up, setting her book aside. ?Hey! Yeah, I'm in my room. Be right there!? Sandra stood and bounded for the door, two long-legged strides carrying her all the way across the bedroom.

For the third time that day, she forgot to duck. And again for the third time that day, it carried the same consequence ? her forehead smacked against the top frame of the door, hard enough to make her see stars. Sandra cried out in pain. ?Ow! Stupid...fricking...building!? Without thinking about it she punched the wall in frustration, managed to gain a throb in her hand to match the one in her head.

?Sorry, do what?? her roommate answered.

Sandra shook her head, trying to clear it. ?Nothing, I just...ughh! Hey Becca, could you come here so I don't have to yell? Please? It's making my headache worse.?

?No problem there, love.?

An instant later Sandra heard a loud 'pop' from just to her left, and turned in time to see her roommate apparating through the bedroom door. Becca took a moment to settle her hair, running her fingers through her wispy red locks and giving her bangs a little shake. Then she craned her neck up to meet Sandra's gaze, a cheshire cat grin plastered on her elfin face. ?You were saying??

Sandra sighed. ?You know, you could've just WALKED down the hallway.?

?Suppose I could've,? Becca admitted, her smile growing wider. ?But I seem to remember a certain roomie of mine insisting that we DRIVE down to the pub last night, rather than just WALKING the three blocks.? She stopped, staring up at her roommate. ?You okay love? What happened to your face??

?Your stupid apartment is what happened!? Sandra exploded. ?I don't understand why all the damn ceilings in your country have to be so low!?

?Oh Sandra, I'm sorry,? Becca cooed, giving her much-larger friend a sympathetic hug. ?But they don't build flats for people of your...umm...stature. Not in the city anyway, too crowded isn't it??

?I guess I should be used to it by now,? Sandra groaned, still rubbing her forehead. ?Even back stateside I was forever bumping my head on things. Doors, cabinets, low-hanging branches....?

?But surely it's not ALL bad,? replied Becca, pursing her lips thoughtfully. ?Being tall, I mean. Never have to ask for help getting things off high shelves, no trouble standing out in a crowd....?

?Just being 'tall' would be one thing,? Sandra interrupted. ?But Becca, I'm six foot six! For a woman, we're into the range of 'freak' here. I pay a fortune for clothes that barely fit, I've scared off EVERY boyfriend I've ever had....?

?But you're thinking about it all wrong!? Becca growled, clenching her fists and looking at Sandra with startling intensity. ?Six foot six...almost two meters right? That's not freakish, that's AMAZING! And even discounting your height...I mean, look at you!? She gestured up at the enormous girl. ?Gods, I would KILL to look like you!?

Sandra shrugged. ?So I'm attractive. Big deal. I would KILL to be able to do half the things you can, darling. Teleporting, summonings....?

?Sure, sure,? Becca cut her off, waving her hand dismissively. ?But remember, that's nothing special in MY circles. And I'm still an ugly duckling, whether I'm in your world, or mine.?

The taller girl bent, took Becca by the shoulders, looked her dead in the eye. ?Becca, listen to me: you've got NOTHING to be ashamed of in the looks department. You don't NEED to be an amazon, or to have boobs the size of your head. Even if you ARE a bit on the short side, so what? You've got a great little body, one of the cutest faces I've ever seen and...to be honest....? Here Sandra paused, let go of her friend, looked almost sheepish. ?I mean...I've always thought you were...well, pretty damn hot actually.?

?I umm...t-thank you,? Becca managed, cleared her throat. ?But ah, all the same love...you won't convince me that I couldn't stand to be a little taller. And I take it I can't sell you on your OWN virtues? Being a giant sucks??

Sandra nodded immediately.

?So to summarize, you want to lose height, and I want to gain it.? Becca clasped her hands together, feigning a romantic swoon. ?Gosh, wouldn't it be just SMASHING if there were a solution to our mutual little....?

Sandra cut her off. ?Skip the speech. You've got something, don't you?? She put her hands on her hips, looking down at Becca with a predatory gleam in her eye. ?Come clean, witchy-poo.?

Becca grinned. ?Fair. Well okay. I was up late the other night, watching WWSN...that's the Witch's and Wizard's Shopping Network, if you don't know....?

?That's not a real thing. You just made that up.?

?...and something caught my eye. Something that could solve both our problems. And at only nineteen quid sixty, too!? Becca held out her hand and made a short, beckoning gesture. Immediately a small bottle came flying down the hallway. She caught it deftly, and held it out to her oversized friend.

Sandra took it, frowning. ?This is a bottle of 5-Hour Energy.?

Becca threw up her hands in exasperation. ?They have to disguise it to send it through the post, don't they?? She forced herself to calmness. ?This is the answer, love! A breakthrough innovation! All you have to do is take a little sip, and for the next hour you'll be able to transfer some of your height to any other human being. As much, or as little as you want. And if after the hour is over you don't like it, I can take a sip, and give it all right back.?

Sandra studied the bottle, licking her lips thoughtfully. She gave it a little shake, bringing forth a sound like someone ringing a hundred tiny bells. ?And it's safe? It won't give me a third arm, or turn me into a toad or anything??

The petite witch looked back at her friend, and shrugged. ?What's life without a few risks? Even if something DOES go wrong, we can always fix it with the right counter-spell.?

?Right, right,? Sandra mused, scratching her chin as she continued to study the bottle. ?And how much of my height would you want, exactly? I mean, if you were going to choose.?

?Well, that's up to you I suppose. Your money we're playing with, after all. But since you're asking...why don't we split the difference? I'm one-fifty-two....?

?You mean you're five feet even. Remember our agreement? My room is considered American soil ? no metric allowed.? Sandra paused, doing some quick math. ?We're eighteen inches apart...split the difference...we'd both end up at five foot nine.?

?That's sounds wonderful!? Becca crooned. ?You'll still be tall for a woman...and me, I'll practically feel like a giantess! So...yes, then??

Sandra continued to stare seriously at the bottle for a moment, but her decision had already been made. ?I'm in.? She unscrewed the top and, ignoring the chorus of whispering voices coming from inside, raised the bottle to her lips.

?Mmm, pomegranate. My favorite.?

[JBird]

Go on =)

[Jaran]

Fuuuuuu, right before the good part. Looking forward to more.

[qzar9999]

Well of COURSE he has to stop right before the good part. Cliffhangers are the best way to keep an audience interested. Honestly, it's like you've never watched television...

Besides, if he did all the good stuff in the first post, nobody would bother to read the other chapters.

[strawman1985]

sounding good

[DangerousDave]

Size transfer! It takes the best parts of GTS and SW, and puts them together in one awesome package :-)

[Knightstable]

can't wait for more!

[pseudoclever]

Yup, cliffhangers are sort of what I do. Speaking of which, in regards to about 9 minutes from now...you're welcome.

[pseudoclever]

2


A long, almost unbearable silence followed, while Becca looked up at her giant friend expectantly. ?Well?? she said at last.

The amazon shrugged. She lifted her hands up to her face, examining them critically: first the fronts, then the backs. ?I don't know. I feel funny, in sort of a good way. The kind of buzz you get after smoking a couple cigarettes back to back. Do you know how I'm supposed to...ahh...activate it, though??

?No, but I can find out.? Becca held up her hand, and motioned toward the front of the apartment. ?Accio instructions!?

Sandra snorted. ?Accio copyright lawyer, more like.?

Becca ignored her, snatched the flying square of paper as it flew toward her. She narrowed her eyes, reading aloud in an affected, pompous accent. ?'Once SizeSwap is ingested, sustained physical contact with receptacle is necessary to facilitate transfer. Transmission rate is increased proportionately to surface area of bodily contact, as well by positive context of touch. Warning! It is vitally important that....'?

?So all we have to do is touch!? Sandra cried. Before Becca could react, the enormous girl bounded across the room, and grasped her hand firmly.

The change in the atmosphere was palpable and immediate. The moment the girls came into contact, both felt it ? a faint current of energy, flowing palm to palm between them. There came with it a strangely soothing warmth, moving from their point of contact, slowly spreading. And as the unseen force enveloped them, an odd sense of well-being seemed to be taking hold. It was as if everything under heaven was suddenly in its proper place, and no matter how big your problems, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't quite bring yourself to worry.

The girls looked at each other in amazement, sharing this feeling, the undeniable sense of rightness. For a long time it seemed almost sacrilegious to speak, but at long last Becca broke the silence.

?Sandra?? she whispered.

?Yes?? Sandra answered, her voice hushed, thick with emotion.

?You...you're....?

The amazon girl's eyes shone, wide and wet, as she stared down at her friend. ?I'm??

?You're...um...holding me too tight.?

?Ah, s-sorry!? Sandra quickly released the smaller girl, blushing. Becca flexed her hand once, twice. And then, smilingly shyly, she once again offered it. Sandra took her hand eagerly, making sure to be more careful this time.

The two stood, fingers locked, studying each other for signs of change. For an eternity, nothing seemed to happen. Becca had almost given up hope, when she DID notice something: the waistband of her jeans was just a bit tighter than it should've been. And...did her shoes feel as if they might, MIGHT mind you, be very slightly too small for her feet all of a sudden?

?It's working!? Becca hissed, unable to keep the glee from her voice.

Sandra nodded. ?I think it is.? She reached down to adjust her wrinkling shirt, pulling it over her midriff, easily making it taut again. ?It...takes awhile though, doesn't it??

?I was thinking that exact thing. We're apt to be standing here all day, holding hands like a couple of dopes.?

?And the potion only lasts for an hour,? Sandra groaned, tugging her shorts back into place before they could slide further down her hips. ?At this rate I'll barely lose an inch before time runs out! Well, if more contact surface makes it go faster, I guess we could try touching arms, or standing back-to-back, or....?

?I was thinking that we could possibly try it the other way,? Becca purred, grinning impishly at her still-gigantic friend.

?Other way? What do you mean??

Becca laughed. ?Silly girl. Close your eyes..and let's try...positive context.? With that, she stood on her tip toes, and began to lightly press the tips of her fingers into the hard, tender band of nerves along Sandra's neck.

The taller girl shuddered, let out a soft sigh of ecstasy. ?Wow Becca, you're pretty good at that. It feels GREAT!? Before the words were even out of her mouth she felt it ? a weird sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach, like pressing the 'down' button on a very slow elevator. Suddenly every scrap of clothing Sandra wore seemed a half-size too large for her. Her eyes fluttered open in surprise, and she watched with rapt attention as the whole world steadily grew around her. And of everything in that world, Becca was growing fastest of all. She was noticeably inching bigger, the hem of her shirt rising higher with each passing second.

Yet even if things were happening faster than before, the pace was still painfully, glacially slow.

Too soon her friend pulled away, breaking contact. ?Gods, that was incredible!? Becca squealed.

?You're telling me,? Sandra breathed. Her friend was unquestionably taller, perhaps by as much as half an inch, and she also seemed to have filled out somewhat ? curves a bit deeper, hips wider. And her breasts...were they...yes, definitely a bit bigger too! Sandra glanced down quickly, making sure Becca's gains didn't come at the expense of her OWN bustline. They hadn't ? her breasts were as large and striking as ever, even if the garment that covered them didn't fit quite as well. It seemed as if Becca was simply becoming curvier and more beautiful as a side-effect of the transfer. And despite Sandra's previous statement, about Becca looking great as a short, athletic waif, she was forced to admit that her friend looked MUCH more attractive this way. She was well....

Sexy?

Where had THAT come from? Sandra pulled away from the thought immediately ? that wasn't something she should be thinking about her best friend.

Becca, meanwhile, was practically jumping up and down with excitement, staring at Sandra with blazing eyes. ?I've never seen anything so incredible! I felt it, I grew! And YOU! I could actually SEE you getting smaller! Oh, you're going to be so CUTE once I make you tiny!?

?Hey!? Sandra objected, but suddenly lost her train of thought as Becca once again made contact. The shorter girl ran her fingers down her cheeks, along the hard ridge of her jaw, painted the sensitive flesh around the edges of her ears. Sandra felt gooseflesh break out down her arms ? it all felt so GOOD! The massage certainly...and the sensation of dwindling was perhaps even better. Like lovely pins and needles dancing down her spine. And above the tingling, there was the continued, seemingly amplified sensation of sinking inward, of steadily becoming smaller.

Becca, with her awareness of magic, found that she could actually sense the energy her friend was feeding her as she shrank. It flowed into her, slowly filled her, blew her up like a balloon with its power. With each passing second she was growing bigger, and if it wasn't the best feeling in the world, she didn't know what could beat it. Unless, that was, it was the feeling of growing...FASTER. Because now she noticed that the pleasure she was receiving was getting stronger the more she caressed her shrinking friend. And, right along with it, the transfer of size seemed to be accelerating.

Becca's jeans were becoming painfully tight now as her expanding body filled them to capacity. Tiny bulges began to appear along the taut material ? especially at the thighs ? and to her these almost looked like the firmness of new muscle. Her belly was beginning to spill over the belt clasp at her waist, revealing faint glimpses of soft, creamy flesh. Now her dress shirt was getting too small to hold her growing body. The top button, the tight one just beneath her neck, popped free. A moment later the second snapped, joined it on the floor. At that moment her growth suddenly burst forward, causing her to surge up nearly a full inch in less than a second. The overstressed hinge of her bra snapped, releasing a small avalanche of cleavage ('Actual cleavage!' she thought gleefully,) that billowed into the v-line of her undersized shirt.

Pulling herself up from the revere of pleasure, the growing girl turned her attention to Sandra, and was immediately shocked to see how small her friend had become. Well, small was a relative term with Sandra. She was still nearly a foot taller than Becca, but that gap was certainly closing, wasn't it? Sandra looked adorable beyond belief, standing there in clothes far too large for her diminishing frame ? sleeves that had stopped well up her arms now hung down almost to her elbows, and her pants looked almost comically baggy. Sandra's eyes were shut, and she was moaning in near overpowering ecstasy. It was partly from the process of shrinking, Becca knew...but also because of what she herself was doing, massaging her with fingers both figuratively and literally magic.

The expression on Sandra's face...it was one Becca had never seen there before. It was...passionate. Not in a 'Save the Whales' kind of way, or even a 'Stanley Kubrick is the best director of our time' manner. The kind of passion only a few people had likely ever seen. In fact, Becca mused, the only people who had ever seen Sandra make this face had probably been a long succession of undeserving, jag-off boyfriends.

And right on the heels of that thought came another: of all the incredible, far-fetched things Becca had ever seen in her witch's life, this view of her best friend was, by far, the most enchanting.

A soft smile spread across Becca's lips. ?Sandra?? she whispered.

?Oh...umm...am I hurting you again?? she asked. Sandra opened her eyes, and immediately staggered backward, stuttering in amazement. ?Oh my GOD! You...you're so...oh God...and I'm so....!?

?Shh! Shush, love. Don't be afraid.? Becca reached up, patted her friend reassuringly on the cheek. Even this casual contact was enough to cause Sandra to shrink noticeably. ?Everything's going to plan, isn't it? And relax! You're not even short yet, by any standards of the imagination. Why, you've still got a full head of height on me. You're umm...six feet still, maybe more.?

Sandra took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. ?Yes...you're...you're right. Of course you are. It was just...surprising. Everything you were doing felt so good, and...well, ahh...I guess I lost track of things. I certainly didn't expect to be THAT much smaller. Or for you to be...you know....? Sandra trailed off, struggling to put down the strange thoughts she was having. Becca's new height...it really, REALLY seemed to do her good. It was impossible not to notice how Becca had become even more alluring than before...generous figure, breasts bordering on large...and more than a little skin showing, in all the right places.

?Umm...do you think this potion has some sort of...mood-altering effect?? Sandra said at last, not knowing how else to break the awkward silence that had descended.

Becca nodded. ?It certainly does. A mild buzz you said, right? A bit of euphoria....?

?And lowered inhibitions?? Sandra added excitedly. The moment the words were out of her mouth she regretted it, bit down nervous-hard on her lip.

Becca, however, only grinned. ?Funny you should mention that. Because to tell you the truth, there's something I've been thinking about. For at least the past couple minutes....? She paused, looking up into Sandra's eyes, running one hand through her short crop of red hair. ?...and now I think, maybe for as long as I've known you.?

She hesitated, pulse pounding at her temples. Then sweet resolution came, and the girl dressed in clothing three sizes too small made her move. Becca took three short, swaying steps forward, until she stood chest to chest with Sandra...almost, but not quite letting her body press against her friend. Slowly, the smaller girl looked up ? not nearly as far as she would have needed to only a moment before ? into Sandra's doe-like eyes.

?What is it?? Sandra murmured, lips barely moving, heart thumping like a jackhammer in her chest. ?What??

She touched Sandra lightly on the cheek. ?This.? And before she could lose her nerve, Becca stood on tip toe, pulled her best friend down, and planted her lips firmly on Sandra's mouth.

[qzar9999]

Gah! Motherfucker! You trade one cliffhanger for another, sexier one that just causes even worse anticipation! :P

[Knightstable]

I love it!!

[pseudoclever]

3.

Those first seconds...a soft, fluttering confusion for Sandra. A thousand unanswerable questions raced through her mind. They swirled, screamed, demanded to know exactly what the hell she thought she was doing with her best friend.

All the while, three sensations, equally powerful. Becca's lips, warm and wet, pressing lightly against her's. The undeniable matching warmth that rising up from deep inside her, seeming to emanate from that spot a hand's length beneath her navel. And the powerful, surging energy coursing between them as they kissed.

That power...the very fact that the potion was working on the two of them right now...maybe that WAS the answer. Because if this kiss wasn't a good thing, if it didn't have...what was the phrase the instruction sheet had used?

Positive context.

Yes, that was it. Positive context was the reason Sandra was feeling herself race toward the floor. It was why Becca's perfect body was swelling bigger and bigger against her. The kiss...was positive. Because, Sandra knew, under all the layers of restraint and self-denial...this was what she wanted.

After that thought, everything was easy. Sandra let herself sink into the kiss, be subsumed by it. She had only rarely had thoughts about doing this with another girl, and never once with Becca. Yet now, in the glaring spotlight of realization, she realized how foolish she had been. Perhaps Becca was thinking the same thing. Now the kiss intensified, became more passionate. Sandra sighed, mouth opening a fraction of an inch, gratefully accepting Becca's probing tongue. With each passing second she could feel Becca growing, knew that her own body was shrinking with every inch the girl gained.

Hands touched her, cold at first, gradually warmed by her own body heat. One tugged at her oversized shirt, created an opening at her waist into which the other could slip. Fingers, much longer and thicker than Sandra remembered, tenderly stroked along her abdomen, up to the undersides of her breasts. Sandra moaned, dropping another inch before the sound had stopped reverberating from the walls, pressing herself tight against Becca's expanding frame.

Sandra felt something hot and wet part her lips – Becca's tongue was back, not asking permission this time; demanding. She could feel it in her mouth, quite obviously growing larger by the second. Sandra opened her eyes – and found Becca, as lovely a sight as she had ever seen, staring back at her. She looked absolutely enormous to Sandra, despite the fact that she was still at least a few inches shorter. The girl's entire body looked firmer, more substantial; her modesty barely concealed by the tatter of clothing that still manged to cling to her frame. Becca's shirt had torn wide open, revealing the mounds of her full, milky-white breasts. Her arms, clearly visible through her ragged sleeves, looked stronger. Her shoulders were wider, legs longer. Several inches of ankle and calf peeked out from below the ripped cuffs of her jeans.

Becca noticed that she was being studied, giggled shyly. “Do you like what you see, love?” she asked, her lips brushing against Sandra's as she spoke.

“More than you could possibly imagine,” Sandra answered, giving Becca a tight squeeze, transferring another short burst of height with the contact.

“Ay, and you're something to look at yourself,” Becca smirked. “But you're STILL taller than me, aren't you? So let's fix that.” She once more reached under Sandra's shirt, and began to quite deliberately trace her way around the outline of her breasts. The resulting sigh of pleasure from the shrinking girl was immediately gratifying, as was the accompanying growth she felt rip through her body. Becca had never felt so powerful in her life. The size, of course – she'd been short her entire life. But more, the complete control she had over the gorgeous girl in front of her. Sandra was putty in her hands! Gasps and moans were hers for the taking as her fingers danced over her lover's flawless body.

Sandra was shrinking faster than ever now as she continued to massage the girl's sensitive, over-ample breasts. Becca felt herself stretching, growing just as fast as her lover was dwindling. Her own chest, never before larger than a pitiable A-cup, was now at least a C, and still swelling to outgrow the rest of her. The room looked positively tiny now, and the tiniest thing in it seemed to be Sandra. Oh, but of course that was exaggeration – Sandra and she were only just now....

The same height.

Their agreement!

Becca quickly pulled her hands away, taking a step away from Sandra to avoid any casual contact that might shrink her friend any further. The girl groaned in frustration, and looked at Becca with an expression of mild anger. “God dammit, why did you have you....” Sandra paused, eyes widening with understanding. “Oh! Oh...I see.”

“Um, yes. See love, I HAD to stop. Because...well, you said you'd only give me enough height...so we'd be...you know, the same. And now we're....” Becca trailed off awkwardly, not knowing what else to say.

“Yes, I suppose we are.” Sandra turned, looking about the room. Nine inches gone...and everything was so different. The door of her room seemed far wider, with a top frame that was far above her reach. No more bumping my head up there, she thought. The rest of her room was practically enormous, with ceilings that seemed to stretch far, far higher than she remembered. And Becca was...was....

A goddess. She had never seen a more beautiful woman in her life, had never suspected a woman could BE so lovely. Nor that such a sight could have this effect on her.

Smiling cunningly, Sandra studied her friend, looking at her on a level plane for the first time in her life. “Say Becca...I was thinking....”

Becca whirled instantly, looked at a spot nearly a foot over Sandra's head, quickly adjusting. “Yes?”

“Now that I'm not taller than you anymore...and we're finished...I have a question.” Sandra paused, chewing on her lower lip thoughtfully. “You told me before you thought the potion has some sort of intoxicating effect. One that, shall we say, inspired you to action.”

Becca nodded, blushing lightly. “Truth.”

“Then, would you say that the potion...how should I put this. Did it MAKE you kiss me? Or, was that something that, you know, you might have WANTED to do...but never....”

“Yes.” Becca said immediately, taking a half-step forward. “For ages.”

Sandra grinned. “I was hoping you'd say that.” She leaned forward, and gave Becca a quick peck on the cheek. A tiny blip of euphoria. And then Becca was taller than her. No more than a fraction of an inch, perhaps. All the same, a milestone. “You'll let me have some of it back, won't you?” she asked. “My height, I mean.”

Becca laughed, and snapped her fingers. The bottle instantly appeared in her hand. “Plenty of the good stuff left,” she said. “And I like pomegranate, too.”

Grinning, Sandra took Becca's hand, feeling her friend slowly expand in her grasp, and led her deeper into the bedroom. “Good. In that case, I have a challenge for you.” She began to undress, lifting her massively oversized shirt over her head, throwing it across the room. To remove her pants, all that was necessary was for her to stop holding them up. These too she tossed into the growing pile of dirty clothes. “I'd say we have about thirty minutes before the potion wears off. Wouldn't you say?”

“About thirty, yes,” Becca answered, struggling to remove her too-tight jeans. She looked up, saw Sandra staring back at her from a jaw-dropping pose – completely naked, hand on the crook of a suggestively bent hip, bangs dangling in her eyes. The expression on her beautiful face could be described as 'come hither.' Or, if one were trying to be precise, it might be called a 'fuck me now' look.

“Thirty minutes. In that time...why don't you see...how small you can make me.”

“Cheeky,” smirked Becca. She sauntered over, and took the arm of her now-shorter friend. “I accept.”