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If, for every
time Kumiko shrunk, I had a dime,
I would certainly be a millionaire in no time.
For this installment, to satisfy your thirst,
let us recount Kumiko’s first!
It happened while prepping in an expensive dress,
which wouldn’t fit once her height became less.
When it happened, into the mirror she did stare,
hoping what she saw wasn’t real, with a prayer.
Though the fear from Kumiko’s first couldn’t be
measured,
subsequent shrinks gave Kumiko no ends of
pleasure.
Young Kumiko
marveled at the purple dress in the mirror. She had just finished applying her
makeup, her face aglow with the beauty her products helped
accentuate. Her date would arrive
in a few minutes to take her to an evening of giddy fun and
pleasure. Everything was perfect.
Warm thoughts about her date flooded Kumiko’s
brain, as she closed her eyes and imagined hugging his warm, hunky
body. She leaned against the
counter, biting her lip for just a moment, when the oddest sensation
filled her senses. She cocked her
head to the side, the tiara on her forehead shifting forward. Her earrings began to weigh heavily on
her lobes. Her clothes felt like
they were moving on their own. To
top it all off, the counter was pushing against her hands, forcing her
arms to bend.
Kumiko opened her eyes to look at herself, and
was shocked at the sight. She
leaned forward to touch the image to see if it was real, her mouth agape
at the sight as well as the sensations still coursing through her body.
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