As you sit on the couch, you can hear the sound of running water from the bathroom. Then, a few moments later, soft moaning sounds.
Holy hell, she's touching herself! Your level of arousal is reaching critical levels!
This goes on for quite awhile, and you're wondering how Annette would react to finding your fapping on her couch, when you hear a buzzing noise, and then, a disembodied voice.
"Pizza delivery, can I come up?" Oh man, that's a girl's voice.
You get up (carefully), and move to the intercom switch. "Yeah, come on up." You hit another button, which lets the delivery girl into the building. By the time there's a knock on the door, you have a plan.
You can see the delivery girl through the door's peephole. She looks about college-aged, with blonde hair tied back into a loose ponytail, and wearing the uniform of her restaurant chain. She's cute, but not in Annette's league.
You dictate some changes to your phone and watch the results.
The girl shrinks in size, falling under 5' in height. Her pants slide off her legs, and her uniform shirt becomes very baggy and loose, but she doesn't seem to notice. The loss of height doesn't seem to affect her strength, as she still easily carries the pizza bag. She becomes noticeably more attractive, her features becoming finer, and her complexion becoming immaculate. Her hair becomes lighter, and longer, breaking free of her hair scrunchie to flow about her knees.
You open the door, and she walks in, leaving her pants behind without even noticing. She enters the apartment, and sets her delivery down on the table, smiling up at you. "Hi!" she says brightly, her eyes completely guileless and trusting.
"Hello there." You grin at her. "Why don't you have a seat?"
With a nod, she gets onto the couch, not noticing as her body dwindles in height further. She sits on the couch, her feet no longer able to touch the floor, and there's a thud as one of her shoes slides off her foot and hits the floor.
You head out into the hall and collect her pants before closing the door.
"Help yourself to some pizza!"
"Okay, Mister!" She climbs off the couch again, completely unconcerned with the loss of her shoe, or the fact one bare shoulder is now visible in the neck hole of her shirt. Or the fact that her pink panties are sliding dangerously off her thighs.
You didn't make her younger (not yet, at least), but you figured out how to shrink her to a height of about 4' 5". And make some necessary mental changes. You didn't intend for her to become more childlike in personality, but you actually kind of like it.
You get some plates, and she helps herself to a slice of pizza, sitting on the floor cross-legged. the plate in her lap.
The shower door opens, and Annette enters the living area, toweling her hair and body off, with a vague smile of satisfaction on her face. "Oh, we have a guest?"
You nod. "The delivery girl was having some problems, her job isn't easy for someone her size, so I told her she could take a break. I hope you don't mind?"
Annette seemed to look the tiny girl over, and I caught a tiny flicker of her tongue running across her lips. "No, it's fine, I trust your judgement."
Annette seemed to find the new girl (her name was Jamie Ryan) attractive. Exactly as planned.
"You took awhile in the shower, Annette." You try to be suave, but anyone could see the bulge in your pants.
She giggles softly. "Yeah, just something about being smaller...it made me pretty hot, so I needed to cool off. If you get my meaning."
She'd already explained, as best she could, her transformation to you. And was very happy that you believe her. Heh.
"So it doesn't bother you? Being younger?"
She shook her head. "No, it's actually really cool. I almost wish..." She blushes. "That I could be even younger than this. I know, that's silly, I should be frantic. I mean, how can I prove who I am? What happens with my job? But...it just doesn't seem important right now."
"I bet you wish you were as small as Jamie here."
Jamie looks up, and waves at Annette. "Hi! I hope you don't mind me hanging out for a bit, he said you'd be ok with it?"
"God, would I....I mean, yes, you're more than welcome." Annette turns her attention to the shrunken girl, and moves to get herself some pizza.
I'm not surprised when she sits next to Jamie. Very close.
Oh man, they were going to end up making out right in front of me. Two pretty girls doing each other has long been one of my...ah...interests. They wouldn't even notice me, which is good, because I was totally going to watch...and do other things.
I mean, I could get in on the fun too, but...I didn't feel exactly comfortable with that. Yet.
But I'd get there eventually.
Annette was soon stroking Jamie's hair, and rubbing up against the smaller girl, who was very receptive to the attention. And it wasn't long before they were kissing, and Jamie was also naked.
Meanwhile, I was attending to my own needs, using Annette's fallen towel so as not to make a mess. I started having idle, crazy thoughts. Like wondering what it would feel like, to have sex with the girls. A young teen with a woman's mind. And a young woman the size of a child.
But then, I started wondering what it would be like to have sex with them, not as a man, but as a....girl?