You turn around an come face to face with your roomate.
A wave of joy washes over you as you realize your are at the same height as her.
You are so used to looking up at her face. It felt a little good to be at her level and In more ways than just height.
Seeing as you had borrowed her bra, as well as her Jeans, it would appear you borrowed all her other measurements as well.
'Who are you?' Jesse exclaimed not recognizing you. 'are those my jeans?!'
'its me Kensie,' you try to explain.
'I'm calling the police'. goes to the kitchen to grab the phone.
There is no way she is going to beleive me, you think to yourself.
You run back to your room and quickly grab another t-shirt from your bed.
Sure, you could have just too your shirt off and returned to normal but......
You run to the kitchen, Jesse's back it to you.
You slip the shirt over her head, she drops the phone as the shirts magic forces her to put her arms through the holes.