Claire sighed as she sorted through the mail. Another long day at work and she was exhausted, couple that with the fact she had just passed her 35th birthday and she was feeling less than enthralled.
Claire wanted a change desperately, being 6' 2" tall was hard on a woman. Sure she had a pretty and youthful face (she recalled many times in her twenties being carded for alcohol) and great curves, possessing CC cup breasts and an hourglass frame but she always towered over her dates. It didnt matter that she was a leggy blond bombshell, Claire just felt awkward and out of place.
"Bill, bill, bill, junk, bill," she said monotonously as she fingered through her mail. Dropping ut she sighed as she now glanced at the package that had accompanied the mail, a small card attached to the non descript brown wrapping. Opening it a small smile spread across her face.
"Dear Claire," she read. "Sorry I was busy last weekend. Was going to give this to you. Know what a shoe freak you are. Your bff Kim."
Claire shook her head, she and Kim had been best friends since high school. The sandy brown haired woman was a spitfire, standing 5'2" with a fiery attitude. She also knew how much Claire loved shoes. Claire was a shoe-a-holic, she always wanted to buy the cutest heel or steappiest sandal. Kim always laughed when Claire oogled the shoe displays, talking about how cute the latest heels were. Claire often times would sigh, staring how she wished she was shorter so she could wear the big heels. Unfortunately if she did wear any heels she ended looking like a giant in comparison to everyone else. As a result she often ended wearing flats, much to her dismay.
Opening the box, Claire peaked inside, a small smile spreading across her face. Kim had really come through in her selection this time. The flats she had gotten were definitely cute, yet casual. Taking them out of the box, Claire slipped them on admiring how they looked as they fit her feet perfectly.
"Awesome job Kimmy," she smiled. "Still wish they were 4 inch heels."
A faint tingle now spread over Claire. Unseen by her the shoes now began to grow a four inch heel, taking the inches from Claire as they grew. Curiously Claire now looked herself over, puzzled by what had just happened. Shrugging she now made her way towards the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine to relax.
Slipping out of her shoes Claire now made her way towards the kitchen, an odd feeling coming over her. As she reached for the bottle of wine on top of the fridge she paused. Usually Claire was able to grab the bottle without a problem, tonight though she found she actually had to step on tip toes to reach it.
"Weird," she thought as she made her way towards the cabinet. Opening the cabinet door she now grabbed a glass, finding it to be odd once more. Did she have to reach a little higher?
Furrowing her brow Claire just chalked it up to being a little more tired than usual. As she now made her way to the couch she grabbed her favorite blanket as she stretched out on the couch.
"Okay somethings up," she grumbled as she lay on the couch. Looking at the end of the couch Claire was surprised to see where her feet rested. Usually Claire's blanket barely covered her while her feet firmly rested on the arm of her sofa. Now though Claire found her feet didnt quite reach the end while a few extra inches of material stretched past her toes.
Claire now stood examining herself. Something just didnt feel right. Looking over her outfit she couldnt quite put her finger on it, her clothes fit her just fine but something just seemed off. The bottle, the cabinet, the couch, the blanket. For whatever reason things just seemed...bigger.
"You must be tired girl," she sighed. Still she just couldnt shake this feeling. Shaking her head she shrugged her shoulders as she now reached into a nearby junk draw, retrieving a tape measure.
"This is really stupid," she chuckled as she now made her way towards the wall. She hadn't measure herself since she was a teenager, what had been the point when she was 6'2" since high school. Standing straight against the wall Claire now took a pen, marking her height. "Thank god no ones here," she chuckled. "They'd think I was losing my mind."
Extending the tape measure Claire watched the numbers increase, only for her eyes to go wide as she looked at the final measurements. "That cant be right," she whispered.
Claire now began to measure herself again, then a third time, then a fourth. Each time though the tape measure told her the same number. "68 inches," she whispered. "I'm 5'8". Oh my god, I'm shrinking!"