“We should get the most out of our shrinking adventure,” Kelly reasoned.
“Yes!” Denise cheered.
“But,” Kelly continued, “We shouldn’t get carried away; first, we change our clothes, and then we can entertain ourselves before Megan gets home.”
“Sounds good to me,” Jen reasoned.
“Aw,” Denise pouted.
“Don’t worry, Denise,” Kelly encouraged, “We’ll get changed, and then we can have some fun.”
“Okay,” Denise smiled, “But I get to pick what we do.”
“You’re way too into this,” Jen teased.
“Come on, Jen,” Kelly argued as the girls made their way to the clear containers of doll clothes next to Megan’s dollhouse. “You’ve got to get into the spirit of things.”
“Yeah,” Denise agreed, “This is every little girl’s dream: to play with dolls of their size.”
“Well, excuse me,” Jen shot back, “I haven’t played with dolls since I got my first phone.”
“Big deal,” Denise exclaimed, “My mom made me throw my Barbies away after they fell victim to my brother’s safety scissors.”
“We’re here,” Kelly announced as the trio stood before the long, clear container of toy-sized clothing.
“Wow,” Jen proclaimed as she peeked over the edge of the plastic tub. “It’s like a clothing dump in a swimming pool.”
“You should see it from down here,” Denise responded as she knelt and looked into the container, “I feel like I’m at an aquarium for dresses.”
“Well,” Kelly grinned, “Let’s dive in and pick something.”
“How?” Jen inquired, “We can barely see over the top.”
“Two of us will have to lift the third,” Kelly explained, “Then I can help you guys in, but first, we should find a safe place to stash our clothes.”
“Hey,” Denise called, gesturing to the bottom of the container, “How about under here?”
Kelly and Jen examined the indents the tub had created in Megan’s carpet, “Perfect,” Kelly exclaimed as she reached for her shirt. Soon enough, the trio had stripped down to their underwear and squeezed their clothing under the container. “Dolls don’t have any undies,” The blonde leader pointed out. “So let’s keep these.” Denise and Jen knelt and cupped their hands for their friend to step in. “Alright,” Kelly took a deep breath, waiting for her friends to lift her.
“You know,” Denise grunted, “This isn’t as easy as the cheerleaders make it look.”
“Yeah, Kelly,” Jen remarked, “Maybe you should go on a diet.”
“Hey,” Kelly grumbled as she stamped her barefoot on her friend’s hand, “Say that again, and I’ll leave you this size and ship you off to your cousin.” With a tumble, the blonde landed in the sea of doll clothing.
“Kelly!” Denise called as the blonde struggled to find her footing. “What’s it like in there?”
“It's like wading through a big pile of cheap fabric,” Kelly responded before positioning her arms over the tub's edge. Who's next?”
“Well,” Jen chuckled, “I know you’re dying to get in there, so go ahead.”
“No way,” Denise refused, “I want to start looking for an outfit right away; you go.”
“Hey!” Kelly called, “My arms are getting tired.”
“Fine,” Jen agreed as she grabbed the blonde’s hands.
Kelly grunted as she tried to pull her friend, “And you said I needed to go on a diet.”
“Hey,” Jen snapped back as she tried to regain footing on the tub’s smooth side. “Back off!” Finally, Jen was able to join Kelly. “I should’ve taken those chin-ups in the gym more seriously.”
“Okay, Denise,” Kelly called as she and her friend held their arms out.
With two girls pulling, getting the final girl into the container was much more accessible. “All right!” Denise cheered. We did it!”
“That was some great teamwork,” Kelly admitted. “Now, let’s get dressed before Megan gets home and gets the idea for a beach day.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad,” Jen remarked.
“The ‘beach’ is the sandbox,” Kelly explained, “And our hose.”
“Hey, Kelly,” Denise called as Jen dug through the clothes. “I thought you said there wasn’t any underwear in here.”
Kelly looked at her friend, who was holding up a cloth diaper in their size. “So not happening; we don’t want to give Megan any ideas.”
“Speaking of diapers,” Jen remarked. “How are we supposed to use the bathroom?”
“That,” Kelly grinned, “Is all part of the challenge. We’ll each have to hold it until Megan is distracted and sneak back into my room to use the reducer to get back to normal size.”
“That’s just cruel!” Jen argued.
“No one said this would be easy,” Kelly grinned.
“Hmmm,” Denise pondered momentarily before pulling the diaper around her waist like a pair of shorts.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Jen demanded.
“Winning,” Denise responded, “If worse comes to worse, I’m not going to risk getting found out.”
“Suit yourself,” Kelly shrugged. “But don’t blame us if Megan gives you a bonnet and pacifier.”
“Yeah,” Jen grinned, “Can you say ‘Mommy, I made a stinky’ like a doll?”
“We’ll see who laughs last,” Denise remarked.
Soon enough, the trio climbed out of the container in their chosen outfits. “These clothes are itchy!” Jen complained as she rubbed the edges of her pink shirt and jeans, “And they’re a little loose.”
“What do you expect?” Kelly responded as she stood on the floor in her red evening gown. “They’re made for dolls, plus Barbie’s measurements are unrealistic.”
“You should’ve gone with a dress like us, Jen,” Denise pointed out as she picked herself off the floor and dusted off her pink gown, ensuring her white apron looked just right.
“So,” Jen reasoned. “I guess now we are waiting for Megan, right?”
Before Kelly could reply, Denise chimed in, “No way. We agreed that I get to pick what we do next.”
Kelly shrugged in response, “That’s true.”
“Oh boy,” Jen groaned.