Squinting, I lean back. “You almost never wear perfume.”
“I have to keep you one your toes don’t I?” She sings, folding her wrist down. Her fingers dangle limply, slightly coiled inwards. On her finger sits a silver band. Set inside is an iridescent purple pearl, the gem begins to softly glow. “小さくなる” Ivana’s trine fades away, the room explodes in a soft ethereal purple light.
My eyes widening, my stance breaks. Shifting my weight onto both legs, I feel a pulse run through my body. Pressure pushing, pulling, releasing, like a rubber band through every cell in my body. Trembling as I look at Ivana, a sensation creeps down my thighs. Looking down, my skirt has slipped. Not just the skirt, but my crop top is sagging lower on my stomach. “I’m…”
A gentle touch pokes at the crest of my forehead. Ivana coo’s slightly while teasing the locks of red. She’s still barefoot, but for the first time—ever—I’m looking up at her. “Shrinking? It’s a rush innit?”
Warin the Younger
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