My New Halfling Life 006

Sorry for the abrupt post again, very busy week and wasn't sure if I'd be able to get this out, but I did! Enjoy!

Denise looked down at her top, the material bunching up all around her. She looked down at her fully exposed breasts, the shirt no longer acting as a shirt at her new size. She could feel a cool breeze whipping through her, between her skin and the loose fabric. Suddenly, she felt the same on her rear. her bottoms could no longer stay on her little hips and slipped down, exposing her rear to the cool air around her. She was dumbfounded by everything; it was hitting her all at once like a freight train.

"VRRRRRPPPPP"

Finally, she started to snap out of it as she heard her phone continuing to vibrate on the floor. She reached down to pick it up with one hand as she would have any other time, but realized it was such an awkward size. It took her a second to think about it, and then she brought her other hand down to assist picking up the oversized phone.

"VRRRRRPPPPP"

Denise felt the vibrations as they traveled up her tiny arms. As she picked up the phone in an awkward way, she looked over at her shoes that she had on not too long ago. They looked like shoes made for giants, something you would see on a Disney ride or something. But they were hers, the same size as they were before. She was awestruck.

"VRRRRRPPPPP"

She sat up a bit, knees still dug into the ground, and she slid her legs back and forth to get closer to the decoration in front of the couch. She dropped the phone onto it, flipping it over and seeing "Amy calling..." on the screen. She pressed the oversize button on the screen to pick up, followed by speaker phone.

"Amy?" she asked the phone. Having her two hands back, she pulled her balloon pants back up. Sure, she was in her own home and alone, but she didn't like feeling exposed, and the cool air around her wasn't helping. Her top sagged around her, still exposing her front.

"Ya it's me! Just got off work, need to rant, can I stop by in a few minutes? Maybe we can have some wine?" the phone responded back. Denise didn't want Amy to see her like this, and immediately shot back. "No, NO! Don't come!" she yelped out. The phone was silent for a second. "Oh, ok... you ok Denise? You sound... different." Amy finally responded. Denise immediately knew she said the wrong thing. What the hell did she mean she didn't want Amy to come over? Because she'd see her like this? What else was she supposed to do? Amy was the BEST person that could come over, and she was only a few minutes away.

"No, WAIT, YES, YES PLEASE COME OVER HERE, AS SOON AS YOU CAN!" she let out at the massive glowing screen in front of her. A bit confused, the phone responded. "Ok ok, I'm heading over now. What's going on? Why do you sound... squeaky?".

"IT HAPPENED. That thing, the thing on TV, over the past couple years, like 100 people just randomly shrunk over that time, and it's still going on. You remember that news special? It happened to me!" Denise let out in a panic. "You mean that one show on that weird channel? It almost seemed exaggerated when we watched it, remember?" the phone responded. "No, I swear, I'm smaller now, please get over here!" she let out. "...you have to be pulling my leg, are you trying to surprise me with something?" the phone responded. "Oh, you'll be surprised alright, probably as much as me. Those doctors on the show have to know something about this, something to fix me, but I need you here to help!". "Ok, alright, I still think you are pulling my leg, but I'll be over in a few minutes. Cya!" the phone's call screen ceased, displaying "Call Ended."

Denise sighed a little, knowing someone she trusted would be here soon. Now she was back to focusing on the horrible predicament she was in: being shrunk. She left the phone and stood up, making her way to her table and door. When she stood up, she realized just how high up everything was. She picked up her massive pants and pulled them up to her waist, trying to keep herself covered. The material around her feet made it difficult to walk, and she had to be careful as to not trip.

As she made her way to the table and door, she could see the door's handle in the distance. Luckily, she knew she could reach it to unlock it, but it was daunting seeing it around eye level. As she approached the table to wait for Amy, she noticed a shirt she tossed over there from a couple days ago. Maybe it could be something she could wear as an alternative to her current horrible-fitting attire that was fighting her at every step.