"How about we go where you go swimming in the mornings?" I suggested.
"Well, you can't go and I'm not crazy about going alone as a 16 year old, especially as it starts to get dark," she answered.
"Well, I could become your twin," I teased.
"Ahhh, I'm not ready for that. I'm not sure if I like the idea of you turning into a woman, let alone looking exactly like me. Besides, I'm sure we could create a suitable pool right here in my apartment. That keeps everything private."
"Unless I start folding dimensions and removing walls, this place isn't quite big enough, Amanda. Otherwise, I'll have to itsy-bitsy you for anything to work," I concluded.
She took my hands in hers. "I'd like that," she said with all the seduction she could offer in a 16 year-old body.
I rolled by eyes and laughed. She was a vixen and I was glad to see it. She was eager to try the ring out but mature enough not to advertise it. She was captivating and lovely. 'Just how did I manage to come in contact with her after finding the ring?' I wondered.
"I assume you want an pool similar to the one in high school?" I asked. She nodded. "Okay, I wish a 100 gallon aquarium would appear on the coffee table, complete with water and an area for visitors to step or lay on around the edge of the water."
The few books on her coffee table, including the butterfly book she brought with her disappeared from the table. A large glass aquarium appeared with water in it. There was about a 3" lip around the top of the aquarium with a rail system. Several ladders even descended into the water. Nonetheless, the water was about 2 feet deep, and the aquarium was 2 feet wide and about 3 feet long. The pool was even complete with two racing lanes.
Amanda and I went and circled the aquarium on the coffee table. "How long is a competition pool?" I asked her.
"Ahh.. 50 meters, I think."
"Looks like this aquarium is a meter long. Guess who is going to be 50 times smaller?"
Amanda battered her eyes. "Me?" she said gleefully. "Won't you be joining me?" she asked.
"I will, but first you. I wish Amanda was reduced to the size that this aquarium is an competitive pool to her." Amanda shivered and wrapped her arms. Suddenly she dwindled before me. Exactly where she was stooding was something about the diameter of a crayon. The 1 1/4" tall object turned out to be Amanda in her bathing suit.
Amanda looked up at the towering object in front of her. She had watched Joe become taller, but she was downright scared to see him so tall. she was essentially nothing at her size.
I backed away from her and kneeled down. My fingers were thick enough to be a third of her height. I held out my hand, palm up to her, hoping she would jump on. Amanda got the idea and climbed aboard. She was feather-light, almost imperceptable on my finger. Someday I'd have to understand why her weight was not conserved.
I gently lifted Amanda up to my face and admired her in her blue bathing suit and her tiny body. She appeared more comfortable with the idea that I was so much larger than she was. It gave us both an appreciation for the fun and danger of shrinking.
I moved my hand and brought her to the platform around the aquarium. Amanda jumped off my hand and hit the platform softly. She dipped her toe in the water and found it very comfortable. She did a few stretches and jumped into the water, bobbling around and splashing about. With me as her coach and cheerleader, she did a few laps in the pool. She completed a lap in 80 seconds. It was amazing to watch her zip along the lane.
She came out and dripped water all over the platform. Unfortunately, I had not made any towels for her. I wished a few for her to appear on the platform. She beckoned me to join her. I gave her an indication to wait a bit and I'd come in. With that, she jumped back in to do more laps.