Tricia was grinning from ear to ear as she walkee, tugging her increasingly large wagon behind her. After a few minutes of walking along a
mostly empty sidewalk, occasionally getting weird glances, she had arrived at the laundromat. "Finally." muttered Tricia, as she reached
for the pull handle...
"That's weird. I can't reach the handle." Tricia stared up at the handle, wondering how small she must've become. Those handles aren't
much higher then 3 feet off the ground, and there's already a decent amount of distance between Tricia and the handles. "Shit, I have to
stop this before-" *Flop*. Tricia gasped as her pants fell to the ground, much too large to support her frame. Suprisingly, he shirt was large
enough to cover up her dwindling body. But not for long. "Shit, someone's gonna see me!" Tricia scanned the area for somewhere to hide.
Not having any time to spare, she hid in...