'Seems a bit of an odd place and most of this clothing wouldn't even fit me' you think to yourself as you pick up a tiny pale blue t-shirt that looks like it's for a little boy, but on closer inspection you see it has 'Cute Little Girl' written on it in pink glitter.
The shirt feels very tingly, you just dismiss it as being static electricity, but it continues and gets stronger and you can feel it in your brain. It makes you feel compelled to put it on even though logic dictates it would never fit a fully grown man.
But you can't seem to stop, you remove your own shirt and jacket, and then slip it over your head. As you try to push your head through the collar at first it feels very tight as it is obviously way to small, but then starts feeling a bit looser. 'Must have ripped' you think, but as you finaly get your head through, you see it looks fine and not as small as you first thought, also the room and everything in it seems alot bigger than you recall. Then you notice it's still getting bigger.
"What's happening, I can't be shri...srink...sh......getting littler", you say in panic to yourself, as you pants give up clinging to your hips and pool up around your feet. You want to stop but, it's like you are being controled by some invisible force as you try and stop yourself putting your arms through the sleeves. At first you can barely get your hand through, but as you push your once muscular arm gets smaller and smaller, weaker and weaker, until it is a slender childs arm. The other one which had been reducing in size at the same time easily slips through the other sleeve.
You pull the shirt down over your much reduced torso, with now impossibly tiny little chest and stomach, as you do so you feel curly hair tickle your ears and the back of your neck, which feels strange as the longest your hair has ever been is an inch or so, you like it short. You get quite upset, you'd normaly be angry and punch something, but now you just want to cry, you feel tears well up in your eye's, you want somebody to come help you, a grown up, they'd know what to do. You also notice that the shirt is only a size or two too small now. The counter which was level with your stomach when you came in is now only eye level and getting higher, until you eventualy stop shrinking the top of the counter now not visible to you.
You look around the room now looks huge to you, like it is made for giants, as you do you feel a tickling sensation in the middle of your back and on your shoulders, a locke of curly blonde hair gets in your eyes, you grab hold of it with your tiny little hands.
"I....I... gots long hair, like.....a ickle girl, what'th happen'd to me" you say with a slight lisp. You wander around the room, stepping out of your now giant pants. More in control of your vastly reduced body, you come across a full length mirror and just look at your reflection in shock for a minute, you see the cutest ever little girl, couldn't be more than four or five years old at the most, with curley blonde hair down to the middle of her back dressed in a pastel blue t-shirt and nothing else. You try to work out what it says on the t-shirt but you don't seem to be able to read any more.
"I not a wittle giwl I not, I big boy, I was was eleventy-sixf year'th old before", you say to yourself before you burst into tears. Through your sobs you decide you better find a grown up to help you, that nice lady at the entrance might help you. You look down at your bare little legs and decide you better put something on to cover them up. You find a pair of panties with a picture of a faries on it that you like and pull them up over your reconfigured crotch. The pants aren't as easy and you give up in fustration and pick up a cute pink skirt instead. Tights are another problem and doing up the laces on your pink sneakers is like rocket science to you so you decide to go barefoot.
You reach the door handle by standing on tippy toes, but are now to weak to use it as it is quite stiff. Your start to cry again and bang on the door. "Somebody help me the cwothes....tra..transf....made me ickle an a giwl....pwease" you say in very nervously, almost making you pee your little panties....
Eventualy the door handle is moved from the other side and..................................