Tricia looked around for a place to hide. The Laundromat was out of the question. Even IF she could push open the doors, there's no way an 18 inch tall woman wouldn't attract attention.
Just standing still, waiting for her shrinking to stop was a no, too. She HAD to make it to the remote somehow and put an end to her shrinking!
Now only a little over a foot tall, Tricia jumped up, her tiny fingers barely able to grab onto the edge of the wagon. She grunted in effort as she struggled to pull herself up, her arms shaking slightly as her diminishing body slipped through the neck hole on her gargantuan shirt.
The eight inch tall teen ran over to the hamper, digging through the mounds of clothes that had the remote buried, until she was able to drag the device out. Looking over the various buttons and controls carefully, she finally came across one labeled "Stop" and pushed down on it. But it didn't budge.
Now only five inches, Tricia slammed both fists down on the button, with the same results. Panic was starting to set in. She looked up at the hamper, the opening now resembling a cave entrance more than anything else.
With one final effort, Tricia hit the Stop button as hard as she could, relieved when she succeeded and her shrinking stopped. She took a few deep breaths in relief, lying against a pair of her socks, guessing her height to be only 3 or 4 inches at this point. The remote behind her was double her size, while the Laundromat loomed in front of her like a skyscraper of sorts.
What was she going to do? She was too small and weak to return to normal. It took every last ounce of strength she had just to stop herself from shrinking into nothingness.
Just then, a huge shadow enveloped her. Turning around, Tricia saw the giant form of a ___________ looking down at her.