RSVP

“Ugh, crazy bitch! What’s wrong with you!” Mira spit, rubbing her eyes. The ethereal green and purple energy seeping into her skin, spreading across her ample cleavage in a glittery haze.

Chewing on the tip of my catalyst, a long and slender wand disguised as a cigarette holder, I find myself leaning into her. “Language.” My lips curling into half a grin. “Besides, it’s all a part of the fun.”

Mira blinked her eyes, gently readjusting her hat. The wide brimmed cover slipped from the crown of her head, sliding back and threatening to topple off. The straps of her ‘dress’ already sliding outwards. “Its a costume party, didn’t we leave pranks behind, in middle-school?” Hissing she shot daggers into my eyes. “Or did you just never grow—" Her little jaw drooping slightly. “—up…" Her eyes widening, shock, horror —crossing her face. 

My own grin blooming as her skin turned almost marble white. “Big— talk, little —girl.” Straightening, I peer down at her, the little point of her hat almost disappearing below my bust.

Mini-Mira stepped back, ever tinier feet catching on the hem of her dress. “Wha—how?"

Putting my hand on my hip, I catch the evening light twinkling off my necklace. “You know, you’re kinda cute Mira.” A red blush spreads across her cheeks, she’s chewing on her lower lip. Arching an eyebrow, I purse my lips. “Though, that costume has to go sweetie, you’re swimming in it.”

“Who’s fault is that!?” She squeaked. “What's the bi— what’s the point of shrinking me anyway!?”

Grinning, I lean forward, pinching her cheeks in one hand. “We’ll sort that out later.” I beam, licking my lips. “As for why you’re pint sized —well, I’m Lady D!” Beaming, I release her cheek, standing up again, I twirl in place. “Half the fun is having someone half my size to taunt.” 

Clutching the oversized mini-dress tight  against her bust, Mira fidgeted beneath me. “Now, what sort of replacement costume would…fit?”