...Middle Schooler. This is too freaky you have to see this," Harriet said while standing up and taking Isabelle's hand.
Isabelle didn't resist as her friend pulled her to her feet and began leading her towards the bathroom. Though with Harriet's improved stride and Isabelle's diminished one, it was hard to match her pace. Once they were inside the bathroom Harriet all but threw Isabelle in front of a mirror.
"Holy shit you weren't exaggerating," Isabelle muttered.
It wasn't just that she looked young for her age now. No. Looking back at her was a preteen. So much had been adjusted to achieve the effect she was noticibly shorter, the minimal make up she usually wore was completely gone, what was left of her breasts were almost certainly easily contained by a training bra, and many more changes big and small.
Unsure of what to do with the reflection, Isabelle turned back to Harriet, who for her part seemed to have finally noticed her own changes. Her focus on Isabelle was momentarily gone as she flexed in front of her reflection. It took her a few moments to notice Isabelle's gaze and force herself away from her own reflection.
There was an awkward silence before Harriet finally said, "So how are you feeling about all that?"
Isabelle considered and then said,