To Marcy Erika's transformation back to size looked easy but it wasn't. Changing back to her tween size was getting harder. Changing into a woman was almost a snap of the fingers. Going back to her true self, she was finding to be painful. It was if she was asking her body to change back to a form that she had forgotten. She heard a faint crackling of bones as she they were nuts roasting in a fire. The noise was coming from every where, her arms, legs, fingers, skull everywhere.
Erika felt like she was stuck inside a body that was a house where the walls were collapsing into a sinkhole or earthquake. The body she had of sexy busty, a big assed redhead was a inflatable doll with multiple punctures. Erika screamed as this time she felt her skeleton would vanish leaving her with only the flesh and organs. Her right knee gave out leaving her closer to the ground. Her leg hadn't given out it had dropped her down to normal. She was being reduced from her 5 foot eleven inches down to 4 feet 11 inches.
Stabs of pain hit her ass cheeks, her tits and cheeks.
"NO" she sounded like the Wicked Witch of the West has her body deflated.
She liked Hazel. It was the best body she had possessed and losing it felt more painful than the others. Her was Marcy right? Was she becoming addicted? Her Daisy Dukes rapidly went down to C then B then A cups and then finally not even worthy of a training bra. Like her bra had been packed with water balloons and then pop! Her panties, no they were Hazel's, flapped around her waist like she was wearing a pair of granny panties. The room spun around her as she was still on her knees but she realized she was shrinking down to size.
She looked at her tear stained face. Her hazel eyes were gone back to ordinary blue, her redhair was back to blond. Her mother looked on in horror...