You reply, “Tom’s.”
Joan and Sean (the one in the bathrobe) look stunned.
“I’d rather you not turn into my son,” Joan says.
“This might surprise you, but that’s not my intention.”
“She’s never gonna get her foot into Tom’s shoes anyway,” Sean adds."he's only 20 month old.
Fiona (in your body) and Maddie (in Sean’s body) watch you closely.
You sit down on the couch and take off your black heeled ankle boots before slipping on the socks, which quickly adjust to your feet.
Joan brings over Tom’s tiny Velcro sneakers, which are half the size of your feet.
It seems like you’d have a hard time fitting even a toe in there, but you remember Fiona’s ballet flats and bring one foot toward the opening of the first shoe.
Even if it seems impossible, you push in the tip of your foot little by little.
But as your foot shrinks, the shoe slowly stretches, and eventually, your whole foot fits inside.
Careful not to fasten the Velcro straps, you move on to the other shoe.
As your second foot gradually slides in, you focus on one thing and one thing only.
This time, the transformation doesn’t start with your legs. Your entire body begins shrinking at once.
It’s even more dramatic than when you became Fiona.
The living room grows around you. The furniture looms large, and the ceiling seems farther and farther away.
But you don’t let yourself get distracted. You have just one thought: shrink, more and more.
Both Seans seem gigantic, and even the slender Joan towers over you.
You give them one last look before disappearing inside your blue dress. Your underwear has long since slipped to the floor, and your bra followed shortly after.
Your shoes have finally returned to their original size.
You feel the pressure of the transformation, and you have to fight it, not to become a boy, and not to shrink into a more childlike form.
You hurriedly pull off the shoes, and the transformation stops dead in its tracks.
Swallowed up in your dress, you’ve managed to keep Fiona’s adult female body intact, but now you’re under three feet tall.