Panic. Confusion. Fear.
All these and more swirled about the room - a cocktail almost as potent as the one Jenna had concocted. Squeals, expletives, shock and more burst from the women as their clothes seemed to swallow them with each passing moment. In her panic, Maisie kicked one of her boots away before awkwardly stumbling forward, toppling over as the inches were drained from her body.
Jenna, for her part, felt the hem of her dress droop down to her bare feet, before hiding them entirely. Between the screaming and the anger, Jenna acted quickly and tried to get to her phone which lay upon the coffee table in the living room.
Yet even a goal as straightforward as that was too lofty for the newly-blonde woman. As her dress became more absurdly fitted on her form, she was momentarily distracted by the growing environment and caught her feet on the bottom of her formerly fitted attire. In a crash, she fell to the floor - echoing the same clumsiness of her friend who had to almost crawl from the boot that was now taller than she was - to make matters worse, the short haired brunette was tangled up in her own underwear.
Jenna crawled from her emerald garment; the two women now utterly naked. The goal of reaching her phone now hilariously out of reach. Amidst the surge of emotions that assaulted them, one question rose to the forefront of their minds:
Just what the hell was in that drink?!
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