“Jesus Christ, Ty!” June cursed, suddenly flailing back from her now giant step son and skittering across the table top in naked horror. Her voice was high pitched, like she had sucked in helium, and at one foot tall the tiny woman was utterly helpless.
“God dammit!” June spat, breathing heavily, trying to cover up her nudity with her hands. “What have you done to me?! What did you do to me?!”
June’s eyes widened as Ty stood up, and it began to sink in just how small she had become. Carefully, slowly, Ty approached his shrunken naked step mom, glancing back at her pile of clothing by the counter, and he felt himself pale.
June was terrified. She was sweating in horror. Little droplets of hot fear sweat now dripped down her head, neck, and chest. She was breathing quickly, almost panting, and her terrified eyes were wide against her shocked expression.
“I-I’m so small,” June whispered, her voice almost breaking with oncoming tears. “Oh God, Ty, what have you done to me?”
“Easy,” Ty whispered. He sat down at one of the table chairs, staring at June from across the table, and his eyes were sparkling with wonder. “Look at you,” he gasped.
June simply stared, now shivering with the shock of what had happened to her. Her long willowy body was curled into itself, her arms covering her breasts and her legs covering her exposed womanhood. Ty examined every inch of her that was left.
“Please...” June said quietly, trying hard not to cry even as tears slipped down her cheeks. “Please, Ty, change me back. If you can shrink me, you can change me back, right? Am I stuck like this? Ty, what’s happened to me? Please! Tell me that, at least! What did you do?”
Ty took in the words and his eyes widened. Yes, he had done this, hadn’t he? With just a thought. A mere thought. He hadn’t spoken any incantations. No magic words. He had done this with just a thought. One errant thought. He stared at shrunken down June and he felt a tug inside of himself. An urge for more.
What else could he do?
June must have seen the change in thoughts on his face, because her panic began to rise fresh. Her trembling grew stronger and she clutched herself tighter. “P-Please! Don’t! Whatever you’re going to do to me, don’t!”