Not A Toy 099

The scent of red wine rose from Maisie's dwindled and stained body. The shrunken brunette cast aside her sopping denim shorts, landing with an unceremonious plop. The fabric of her attire had protected her undergarments somewhat, but the damage was well and truly done.

The voice of Jenna shook the undressing girl from her thoughts. "I'm just saying, you were the one who said we should trust her back at the school, and you were the one who told me we shouldn't do anything rash. You looked about ready to pick a fight with her just now. Do you think you could have taken her?" The teacher's words were biting and carried a kind of smug delight.

Maisie rolled her eyes as she stood, now half naked. "God, of all the people to get shrunk down with... and don't look, okay? Turn around or something."

The teacher only half obliged, finding amusement in the embarrassing predicament of her companion. In a way, Maisie's plight gave the older woman something to focus on - something that wasn't the stiff, pink and polka dot dress she had been forced to wear. At the very least, her own underwear had dwindled down with her - Maisie would be utterly exposed soon.

Maise felt irritability dance and skip across her skin, removing her bra with a groan before her hands crept inside the taut fabric of her underwear and inched them down her shrunken form. As she dropped her undergarments atop her stained outfit, she was reminded of just how tiny they looked - framed against the expansive wooden desk, the shelves and the desk chair. Maisie's attire was positively doll sized.

Then, she was nude. The little graduate hated this. Waves of indignation, frustration and more threatened to drown her. She turned to face Jenna who was still facing away, the tiny girl suddenly envious of the ridiculous garments Jenna wore. "Oh, turn around." Maisie blurted, annoyed at the absurdity of this entire day.

Jenna obliged, twirling to face the now naked graduate and she couldn't help but grin. "Gee, you're a mess."

The graduate rolled her eyes, covering herself in the way that made her feel the closest to comfortable. "Another word and I'll push you into that puddle over there." She said, mostly joking.

Jenna just scoffed at that. "Suddenly the dress doesn't seem so bad."

Maisie was about to respond when the footsteps and movement of Sophie through the house gained in volume, and the seemingly enormous redhead returned to her dwindled guests.

The scientist caught sight of the naked woman. "Gee, you're a mess." She repeated unknowingly.

Maisie rolled her eyes, turning away from the giant woman as her sense of modesty and vulnerability overwhelmed her. Sophie's return was always a stark reminder to both women of just how small they had become. The teacher knew she was no longer the focus of the attention here and stretched in smug relief.

Sophie approached, uncaring of Maisie's nudity, and set a bowl down onto the desk, and wiped up the spilled wine. "I figured you don't want to smell like red wine for the night, so here - you can take a bath in that."

Maisie felt a shiver at the sight of the bowl - clear water gently sloshed inside. Jenna didn't even attempt to suppress the smirk that creased her face.

Maisie blinked. "Are you serious?"

"How are you going to reach the hot and cold valves in the shower?" Sophie asked, teasingly. "Don't be such a pill - I made sure it's warm."

Maisie grimaced at that, she felt like an adolescent whose mother had run a bath for her. "Fine." Said the graduate under her breath. She moved to the edge of the bowl, and sat against the rim - half expecting the entire thing to upend; as though she still had her regular weight. Idly, the girl ran a hand through it - the water was indeed an inviting temperature.

The gigantic redhead wiped clean the wooden desk, set aside the cloth and reclaimed her front row seat to her two shrunken guests.

Jenna watched this transpire, unsure of what Maisie would do - unsure of what she would do in her shoes. 

Maisie's mind knew that if she stepped outside what was in front of her, she'd likely get herself into another fit of anger - shrunk, covered in wine, told to strip, and now offered a bath inside a cereal bowl! She knew down that path of thinking lay only more frustration, and more opportunities for the towering redhead and the smug teacher to lay on the comments.

Letting go of her anger - at least for the moment - the tiny graduate slinked over the edge of the bowl and slid inside, her body consumed by the warm water. Instinctively, her legs drew towards her chest, seeking the unattainable goal of modesty. Made even more so by the leering older women who seemed to swim in the bathing girl's plight - yet for different reasons.

Jenna quietly enjoyed the sight of someone else bent to Sophie's will, just as she had been forced to do with her new dress. There was a very dim thought in her recesses of her mind, that if she was in Sophie's position, she might rather enjoy bossing around a few tiny folks.

Jenna leaned forward as the younger woman began cleaning the stains from her skin and snickered from her fully clothed perch.

To Sophie however, the interest was two-fold. She got to see how an actual shrunken subject carried themselves around everyday objects, how their behaviours, movements and expectations changed due to the shift in scale, weight, and perspective. What was more, it was a moment of both women yielding another inch to her. Every time she was able to push past their shock and horror at their current states meant that she was afforded more time to study and analyse the results of her masterwork.

"Good, good!" Sophie said, leaning forward to soak up the sight. "Once you're all cleaned up, I've found something for you to wear too." She could feel the fabric inside her clenched fist.

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-Iva