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CYOTF (Human)

Grade School Gals

added 2 years ago AR BM

Feeling the knots in my back flair up as I reach down to grab the bottle from Amanda, I decide that I might as well go for it.

I pull a cotton training bra from my bag and spray it. I do my best to position it over both sets of breasts. Clasping it is out of the question until I feel my breasts begin shrinking. They eventually merge into one set and, once I'm able to affix the bra properly, all that's left is a small set of buds that perfectly fill out the minuscule requirements of the article.

It seems this round only needed to adjust my torso to achieve a fit. I now feel a bit like a bobble head with my new proportions, but thankfully this isn't the end. Next comes a lace top that I feel resizing my head as I pull it on. My jaw feels especially sore from the changes to my teeth, I can feel the odd mix of adult and baby teeth with one or two gaps.

Refocusing my attention, I start working with a pair of plain panties that match my bra. The sinking feeling as my legs contract is only topped by feeling the hairs recede into my crotch. By the time both had subsided I've lost quite a bit of height and can feel the smooth skin against the fabric.

In comparison to all those changes, the shrinking of my feet to match my new socks was barely noticeable. Relieved to be done with changes for the moment, I pull on a pair of denim overalls and shoes.

I look over at Amanda, I'm relieved to see that I'm not as reduced as her, "So what do you think?"

Amanda beems, "You look great this is so cool!"

Not sure how much I trust her appraisal, I open the stall and head for the mirrors. There I realize my memory of girl's clothes sizing was a bit off. I had meant to aim in the early teens with my choices, but if I had to guess the innocent, freckled face I now possessed was closer to 9 or 10.

That realization made me a bit nervous, but I wasn't too worried considering I still had plenty of spray. And at least I wasn't 6 like Amanda appeared to be. On cue my friend appeared next to me, standing on her toes to examine her own reflection.

Once she appeared satisfied I asked, "So what do you want to do now?"

Amanda quickly responded...


What do you do now?


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