Julie sighed as she put another dish in the washer.
Two down, one-hundred more to go, she thought to herself.
Julie was the loving mother of Amy and Joan, and she was about 5'6 with wavy red hair and deep green eye's. She was in her mid thirties, although she looked a little younger than she was, and she had a slight, feminine build. Today she was wearing a pink blouse and grey sweatpants, with her favorite apron draped across her torso. Since her schedule was filled with nothing but house cleaning, she wasn't wearing shoes.
She sighed as she wiped the sweat from her brow. Julie loved her children but she wished they would be...
She suddenly felt very strange.
Julie's smile turned into a confused frown as she was hit with a sudden wave of vertigo, and she leaned on the counter to keep her balance.
Her blouse suddenly felt very tight, and she thought she felt her clothe's getting smaller.
What's happening to me? She thought, gasping as her toes ripped through her socks...