Tutor Taught

Steph had told her mum she didn't need a tutor.

Steph had told the tutor she didn't need a tutor.

Did either of them listen? No.

The young woman was tired of being ignored. That frustration hit its peak when the student's mother needed to be interstate for work, and had asked that (unwanted) woman to serve as a tutor slash babysitter.

Steph had no intention of spending this weekend of freedom cooped up studying for exams. So, she reached out to Alex, one of her nerdiest, brainiac friends, and asked for a way to make sure that live-in tutor would be in no position to boss her around.

Steph was never much of a details girl, and so hadn't been overly interested in her friend's solution. She just knew that Alex was something of a prodigy and always had 'top secret' new tech they were working on. The solve had come in the form of a new app on Steph's phone - and in return the blonde had been forced to agree to exactly one date. Such a cliché, but she was desperate. 

So, on the Friday afternoon when Steph returned to her empty home, she awaited the arrival of that bossy woman. It hadn't taken long, and very quickly the young woman's weekend plans were all to be cancelled in lieu of prepping for upcoming exams.

As Steph had said, she didn't need a tutor.

And she especially didn't need a babysitter who wanted to treat her like a child.

Steph's hands had crawled to the app while her tutor was on a tiring rant, and with a single click, it seemed to scan the older woman's form and begin its work.

She had no idea what was about to happen. Was the tutor about to be turned into a mouse? Fall into a sleep for the entire weekend? Maybe she'd end up as a pot plant?

All of Steph's assumptions were wrong.

She watched as the tutor slash babysitter began to... shrink!

Only a few inches at first, and without thinking, Steph tapped the screen once more.

Then again... and again...

It was immediately addictive.

The tutor only realized something was very wrong far too late, as her outfit began to slip and hang on her narrowing, shrinking form. Her hands disappeared into billowing red sleeves, slapping to her hips to hold firm jeans that no longer found purchase on her body.

Panic consumed her, just as her attire did.

Steph wordlessly watched on, thinking that perhaps a single date was a fair trade after all...