Your vision starts falling back into place, and you hear these words ringing around in your head. "Are you feeling anything yet?" Eventually you can see clearly and standing before you are two young, bespectacled, well endowed women in white lab coats. The one on the left with the nametag "E. DeWinn" is taller and skinnier, with long blonde hair down to her waist. The girl on your right with the nametag "N. Serra" is shorter and heavier, with short brown hair. Both of them seem to be staring at you intently, waiting for some sort of response. But you still have no idea where you are so you just ask what comes naturally. "What... are you talking about? Who are you?" Both of them sigh and the taller girl says "Did you hear that, Nella?" The other nods and writes down a note into her phone. "Sure did, Eliza. Looks like the new compound can lead to some short term memory loss. We'll have to scan it for future tests." Eliza readjusts her glasses and says "Well, let's see if the rest of the procedure has any negative effects." You are still confused and say "Procedure? What procedure?" Nella pats you on the shoulder and says "Here's the deal, because you don't remember. You signed up for our three week study on mass degeneration and matter reduction." You start to get frustrated and say kind of snappily "English, please?" And that's when you realize that the shirt you're wearing suddenly feels a size too large. As do your pants.
With a raise of an eyebrow, this catches Eliza's attention as she says "Nella, I hope you're taking notes again." Nella types away at her phone and says "Finally, we may have a success on our hands!" You are still trying to understand exactly what's going on when Eliza leans in towards you and you become aware that she's now taller than you. "In layman's terms, the compound you took is going to miniaturize you. We'll be monitoring you for the whole process, we just don't know when it will stop." As you stand there amazed, your clothes get larger and larger around you, as do the two scientists staring at you with enormous grins. Their voices get louder as you continue to shrink. "I BELIEVE THIS IS GOING EXACTLY ACCORDING TO OUR HYPOTHESIS, NELLA." "WELL, SO FAR I DON'T SEE ANY ADVERSE AFFECTS. BUT WE DON'T WANT TO LOSE HIM IN HIS SHIRT. PICK HIM UP AND PUT HIM ON THE TABLE." You're only about a foot tall now, standing in the neck-hole of your shirt, and you feel paralyzed from the experience. Not so much that you are unable to move due to the chemistry, but rather that your mind is unwilling to work on anything else until it figures out exactly what's happening as you get smaller and smaller. The blonde crouches down over you and reaches out with a hand shielded by a blue latex glove. You feel her fingers slip easily under your arms and lift your now naked body off of the ground and up to her chest level.
Eliza's hand continues to grow slightly around you as it places you gently onto a metal table on the side of the girls. They crowd around you again, their presence never losing it's impact on your diminishing body. Eliza gets onto her knees to look at you closer, and cracks a smile when your eyes meet. Her warm breath washes over you as she speaks, "HE'S SO TINY ALREADY, BUT HE'S STILL SHRINKING. HOW MUCH LONGER WILL THE PROCESS TAKE?" Nella gets down on Eliza's level and now you've got four massive eyes enhanced by thick eyeglasses gazing down upon you. Nella seems to be taking a lot more precautions to hide her excitement, and says with a very stearn voice "WELL, HE'S ONLY ABOUT 8 INCHES TALL AT THE MOMENT. HE'LL CONTINUE TO SHRINK UNTIL HE'S SMALL ENOUGH UNTIL HE CAN FIT COMFORTABLY INTO THAT." She points behind you with a massive index finger, and you follow the intended direction behind you. You turn around to find what she is talking about and are stunned at what's waiting for you when you finally get small enough...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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