Lisa stood, chewing her lip as she tried to ignore the partly-imagined vertigo. She really had to go get that watch and stop this, but her mother was right next to the stairs. She felt for some reason like she was considering something naughty. She didn't want Mom to be cross with her, and the feeling was growing by the second, even as she diminished. She swore she saw a painting at eye-level inch just the tiniest, imperceptibly bit higher.
"Hey, Mum? When's dinner going to be ready? I reaaally need to finish that homework." She said, hoping her mother would at least budge a bit.
"And I reaaally need you here to help me once I'm done. It'll just be a few more minutes, sweetie." Her mother replied, blissfully unaware that her little girl was, well, becoming a littler and littler girl. If only for the moment. "If you're that impatient, here, take the garbage out. It's full up, and I'll probably be done by the time you get back. Take my Slip-Ons."
Lisa reluctantly agreed. She hauled the bag up out of the bin, which was surprisingly heavy. "And getting heavier if I wait..." She thought. She couldn't place why, but something about that tingled in her brain. Shuffling the load, she took the side-door out into the crisp evening air.
Her mother shared a shoe size with her, but that was 16 year old her, not going-on-14 her. They clopped on her smaller feet, and she had to be careful angling them to keep them on. It'd have been faster to go barefoot, truthfully.
Carrying the heavy bag out to the bins also made her realize what she was losing over time. She'd gotten into school sports a couple years ago, and all the tone from those soccer games and cardio was leaving her kind of scrawny. Well, skinny-fat would be more accurate.
Her legs were like broomsticks propping up a flag in a dead wind. No curve or muscle to speak of on her girlish hips. She tried to ignore the feeling of how small her legs felt in her sweatpants, but the sensation of them swaying made it feel like she was walking around with nothing at all. She kept looking down, and it only assured her of how ridiculously big they looked.
Her arms were starting to get shaky from lugging the bag, even though she was bursting with energy. Lisa just dragged it the rest of the way over, then heaved it into the bin, nearly falling over herself as she overextended to compensate. Catching her breath, she took stock of herself.
Definitely under 14, now. Her hoodie and sweats which were comfortably upsized were now like an older sister's clothes. She flapped her sleeves to get her hands to clear the ends, then peeked down her collar. She was never particularly big, but there was definitely less bounce to her ounces... The cold air tickled at her chest, sliding into the gaps of her bra cups as if Mother Nature was teasing her with cold fingers.
"Bye-bye, boobies..."
In the dim light she could just about make out the soft swell of her tummy. Even though she was all twigs, she always had a bit of a potbelly. Part of the reason she picked up sports, in fact. But standing here, looking at it, it was kinda cute. If she could ignore that it was her and not some kid's baby fat. She took small comfort in the fact that her childhood chub was the only reason her pants were even remotely staying on at the moment.
Lisa quickly hot-stepped back to the house, stumbling every few feet to stop a repeat of the faceplant earlier, gripping at her loose waistband to keep her sweats up.
"I'm done Mom!" She piped up, finally back inside. As she kicked off the Slip-Ons, her pants took that as permission to slide halfway down her thighs, exposing her butt. Lisa didn't quite notice, but her Mother did.
"Oop... Maybe an *extra* portion tonight, dear. You're gonna need it when the games are back on for the season." She said, before hefting Lisa's sagging seat of her pants up, *way* up.
Lisa squeaked in reply. She was redder than a stop sign.