It was half-past midnight when Kevin walked Sonya to her front door. Sonya was protesting that they were coming back to her house instead of his. Derek said "I promised your parents I'd have you home by one."
They entered a dark house. Sonya turned on a light and went straight to the phone to call her folks. She stopped before she picked up the wall-mounted receiver. "Derek! Look at this!" Derek approached the phone and scrutinized it carefully.
"What about it?"
"I have to reach up to get it!" Sonya said in a half-amazed sort of incredulous way. Derek suddenly realized that he was already getting used to Sonya's decreasing height. Her head just barely reached the bottom of the phone. "We are totally measuring me. Find a yard stick! We keep one in the kitchen."
Derek looked for it as Sonya talked with her parents to confirm that she had made it home. "Of course he treated me fine! What did you think was going to happen?" he heard her say. He smiled. Her parents played nice, but he was well aware of their protective nature. He had always tried to present as good an image of himself as he could...though there were times when he forgot his manners and was called out for it. He finally found the yard stick stashed in a tall cupboard with the mops and brooms. Returning to Sonya, she delivered some good news.
"They're going to be out for the rest of the night. They're both hammered, so they won't be driving for a while."
Derek smiled again, but this smile was one of anticipation. "Let's go up to your room and find out how tiny you really are."
Sonya had a difficult time ascending her own stairs. Derek could see that the boots that had once only reached her knees were now swallowing half of her thighs. The platforms were retractable, but the tops clearly weren't. She had to pull them off--a very easy task with the way she was shrinking--and continued on with feet in overlarge socks. Those too came off once she entered her room. She also threw off the silver top which had long since become more like a shawl. All that remained were her skirt, skin-tight form-fitting black top and the collar/leash combination.
"My panties are feeling loose too," she remarked rather calculatedly as Derek measured her. He couldn't tell whether she was teasing him or whether she was just making the observation out of fascination.
"I guess you should have picked a few more clothes that would shrink with you."
"No, I actually love this feeling. Having everything you wear slowly outgrowing you...it's a really crazy switch from the norm."
Derek was starting to wonder when he would get to experience the change for himself. "Ready for the verdict?"
Sonya smiled. "Shoot."
"Guess how tall you are."
Sonya frowned for a second, disappointed, but then started eyeballing other objects in the room, including Derek. "Four-six?" she asked.
"Four-two."
"Even better! I haven't been four-two since I was nine!"
Derek couldn't believe it. His girlfriend was willingly shrinking herself to the size of a nine-year-old. He watched as she disappeared into her closet and emerged quickly with a Cape Cod tee-shirt she probably got as a souvenir some time ago. It looked like a tent on her, going all the way to her knees. She held her top and skirt in one hand and was giving him a coy look. "This hasn't fit me since junior high."
"So now that you've made yourself...comfortable...," Derek slowly approached her and wrapped his arms delicately around her impossibly petite body. "What do you want to do?"