Amanda leads me to a children's store, I stop at the entrance and say, "You're not really suggesting we try the spray here?"
"Aren't you curious how much it can do?"
"Well yeah but if you want to try something like this couldn’t we at least do teen clothes?"
"How about we make a deal?" Amanda pushes, "You try anything I pick out here and I'll let you pick any store to make me try something on from."
I want to reject the idea, but on the other hand..."Anything I pick? No complaints or changing your mind?"
"I promise. Does that mean you're in?"
"Yeah, I guess so..." I say still not sure if this was really a great idea.
"Perfect go wait in the changing room and I'll be there in a minute," Amanda says eagerly.
I don't like the idea of not seeing what she's picking, but I suppose I didn't have a vote anyway. I make my way to a changing room and am relieved to find the area empty. Not sure how I would have explained a 20 year old woman going into a changing room here with no kid in sight. I don't have to wait long before Amanda shows up.
Peaking inside she announces, "OK clothes off and eyes closed."
"Really?" I groan.
"Yes, really come on are you going to complain all day or will we have some fun?"
Grumbling I follow the instructions and wait for Ananda to start. She doesn't take long as I soon here the sound of the bottle spraying. I assume she decided it would work better to coat the clothes before putting them on given the circumstances.
She instructs me to sit down and hold my arms up. I feel her trying to force a shirt over them. At first it doesn't go far, but soon I could feel my hands and arms start to compress down to accommodate the small sleeves. Next came getting head through and like with the arms it eventually begins slipping over as my head feels like it's deflating like a balloon. Shortly after that I can feel my newly acquired breasts shrinking away into nothingness and then I find the shirt resting comfortably against my presumably child torso attached to my still adult lower half.
From Amanda's giggling I can imagine it's quite the sight. Once she gets control of herself she pulls tight socks over my feet which are happy to shrink down to accommodate. Next comes the underwear which she slowly slides up my legs. Once they are most of the way up, Amanda has me stand up again and I find myself unstable on my reduced feet and legs.
After pulling the underwear the rest of the way up she says, "You're not fully dressed yet, but you can peek."
Opening my eyes my mouth drops open as I look into a mirror and see...