Ashley scrambled to her feet and ran yelling for the nearest corner. "Hey! Help!"
I smirked and turned around, waiting patiently. In a few seconds Ashley came running back into the hallway from the direction opposite the one she'd left.
"You can't escape, you silly little bitch! This might look like our school but it's really a pocket dimension I pulled you into. You can't escape, and I can do whatever I want to you while we're here!"
Ashley cringed and ran back down the hall. I turned around again and the look on her face as she found herself running toward me made me laugh out loud.
Ashley skidded to a stop. Her stockings had come partway off, dangling behind her like she was a child playing dress-up in her mother's clothes.
"Done running? It's not going to change anything. I've already shrunk you down to a more appropriate size, and regressed you a few years physically." I stared pointedly at her empty bra showing clearly in the neckline of her overlarge shirt.
Ashley crossed her arms over her chest and tried hard to cop an attitude. "Whatever looser. I don't know how you're doing this, but you're going to be in huge trouble! They'll lock you up and stick needles in your brain!"
"Somehow I don't think so." I pointed at Ashley and snapped my fingers. "Hand me your shirt." I ordered her.
Ashley blinked then pulled off her shirt and walked over to me. She held out her shirt and trembled slightly, waiting for me to take it. I reached out languidly and slipped her bra straps off her shoulders. The loose band and cups slipped down her torso, only her outstretched arm kept it from falling off her narrowed hips entirely. She was trembling more now, but still didn't move or speak. I took a long look at her under-developed freshman titties before I finally grabbed her shirt and with a flip tossed it to hang on a fire alarm high on the wall. Short as she was Ashley would have to try to knock it down with her useless too-large shoes if she wanted it back.
With a gasp Ashley backed away and pulled up her bra. "How? you-- you're sick, you know that! you're a fucking pervert!"
"'Fucking', now there's an idea, but who'd want to fuck a flat-chested little girl like you?" I asked, leaning casually against a locker.
Ashley huddled in her ill-fitting bra and sagging stockings. Only the fact that they'd been so tight to begin with had kept her panties on in her headlong flight.
"Getting the picture? I snap my fingers and you'll do whatever I tell you to. You won't be able to do anything else until you finish following my commands. I could've knocked you down and fucked you senseless and you'd have just gone on holding out your shirt until I took it from you."
tears started sliding down Ashley's cheeks and she started to sob.
"Why are you d-doing this to me?"
"Well for starters you're a stuck up rich-bitch who treats everyone you meet like shit unless their parents happen to make as much money as yours do.
"I--I can change." Ashley sobbed.
"Uh, in case you haven't noticed, you already have." I leered at the chastened girl and pushed off from the lockers. "I'll give you a choice; either I return you to normal physically, or I'll return you to normal mentally. Either way you won't be able to tell anyone what I did to you." I paused and nudged Ashley's abandoned shoes. "Well, what's it going to be?"