'Now' her thought to himself something big, or should her say smaller. He wished she was a smaller size and had an athletic body. Her ass started to lose size rapidly, making her large jeans very loose.
Trish started to notice something was wrong whan her shirt got loose, what she had for boob disappeared when her fat vanished, leaving her b-cup bra barely a quarter full. She grabbed her chest, then noticed her jeans, they were all around her. Her hand lower down scanning her waist and hips. They had narrowed and her abs were.... 'oh my god! I have ab muscles' she exclaimed out loud by accident. He face went as red as her hair when she looked up and remembered she wasn't alone. The she realized JOE was staring at her with a smile. Her embarasment turned to anger and she asked 'Did you do this?' Joe kinda smiled, she grabbed him by the throat and started choking him. 'why would you do this without asking me?' she scolded. Joe couldn't answer, she was now quite strong and he couldn't talk, but her grip seemed to get weaker. She finally let go, Joe caught his breath then found out why. She had gotten to small to hold on, if Joe had to guess she couldn't be more than 3 feet tall. She stared at her tiny hands, her shirt and bra were engulfing her. Her huge glasses fell off her tiny head. Finally in what looked like she was being pulled in to her clothing, her tiny legs, arms, and long red hair shrunk inwards trapping her in her own clothing.
'Help' she yelled in her tiny voice. Joe quickly moved her clothing around and freeed her. She Stood 10 inched tall, Trying to cover herself. Joe's mouth dropped
what the hell did you do to me?