Christie stood in the middle of her daughter’s room, the clutter of clothing surrounding her bared feet. As she waited for Andrea to come home from work, she again considered abandoning her plan. It was obviously drastic, if not completely over the top. After all, who shrank their nineteen year old girl as punishment?
It wouldn’t have been the first time Christie used magic to influence her daughter though. A year ago, at her ends with the out of control Andrea, she cast a minor obedience spell on her with mixed results. Back then, she used her power to subtly command the rebellious girl to enroll in a local college. Within months though, the magical control died out, and Andrea was free to pursue her own unsatisfactory paths again.
Despite the thrill of holding power over another human being, Christie resisted manipulating her daughter magically until now. After a string of recent, molten arguments though, she obtained a shrinking spell, with the intent of cutting Andrea down to a more agreeable size. Still, Christie hesitated.
Before she could persuade herself to back out though, she looked around the atrocious room, and remembered the argument from earlier in the day. It had been quite the affair, with angry words expressed from both parties.
“No”, Christie said aloud. “Miss Too Big For Her Britches” needs to be taught a serious lesson, and I’ve got just the medicine to do it.”
At the same instant, she heard her daughter unlock the front door. Christie grinned in anticipation.
“Here goes nothing.”
Holding a page of magic in front of her Christie, recited:
“From Big and Tall
To the size of a Doll...
You will remain no larger than a Mouse
Until you obey the rules of my House.”
On the third time through the verse, Christie achieved the perfect tone and cadence. Her success was rewarded with the appearance of a shimmering pink orb. Prepared for the magical ball of light, the amateur sorceress pointed through the open door, and commanded:
“Seek out my daughter and punish her with the sentence of tiny size.”
The ball of light immediately obeyed its mistress. Zipping from the room and down the stairs, it headed straight for Christie’s disrespectful daughter. Even though she felt slightly guilty, Andrea’s mother couldn’t help but shiver in delighted anticipation of what was to come. For the first time in years, Christie was going to have complete and total power over her out-of-control daughter. Finally, she would have the ability to firmly hold the girl’s attention, and set her straight.
Smirking, she listened as Andrea made her way up the stairs...the enspelled orb should have done its work by now. In seconds, the disrespectful nineteen year old would find herself in a world full of trouble...
As Christie happily pondered her daughter’s first lesson, she saw an unexpected flash of pink from the corner of her eye.
“This can’t be good”, she mumbled, just as the magical essence enveloped her.
An instant later, the 37 year old single mother was falling through the air, dwindling in size until she hit the ground with a painful little “oomph”.
Christie landed on her back, disoriented, and surrounded by a variety of unpleasant odors. Even in her confused state, she knew the spell backfired. That sobering knowledge cleared her mind quickly. Propping herself up into a sitting position, Christie took stock of her surroundings, and groaned. Only a couple of inches tall, the miniaturized woman was dwarfed by “mountains” of discarded socks, nylons, and other articles of clothing. Even at normal size, her daughter’s mess was daunting, but now, it was epic.
That became a secondary concern though, as the ground began to shake beneath Christie’s tiny body.
“Andrea...Oh no”, she whispered.
The nineteen year old was in the outer hallway, where her every step caused Christie’s surroundings to quake. With no time to run, Christie could only wait for her daughter’s entrance, and hope for the best. When Andrea appeared in the doorway, Christie felt her knees buckle in horrified awe.
Her daughter, always tall and statuesque was absolutely mammoth from the tiny figure’s perspective. Towering and curvy, with bronzed skin and bright blonde hair, Christie thought back to text book images of Greek goddesses when she looked at her gargantuan daughter. Instead of a flowing toga though, Andrea was clad in a pair of ultra tiny, blazing orange shorts. A tight white T-shirt, with the word “HOOTERS” emblazoned across the chest completed the girl’s attire.
Despite her predicament, Christie couldn’t help but frown. She never approved of her daughter’s job at the tacky restaurant, and it was a regular argument topic between the two.
Home after finishing the closing shift, Andrea tossed her purse on the bed, and looked around her cluttered room.
“Doesn’t look so bad to me” she growled, recalling the earlier argument. Then a shade quieter, added, “Bitch doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”
Christie felt her stomach twist. As much as she hated to admit it, Andrea was her best hope of returning to normal size. The older woman hated the thought of going to her daughter for help, and literally placing her fate in the irresponsible girl’s hands, but that was her only choice. Upon hearing Andrea’s words though, Christie had second thoughts.
Frightened, and unwilling to be seen by her angry daughter, she crawled under the nearest hiding place, a lacy red bra. Concealed beneath one of the brassiere’s D cups, Christie peaked out at her daughter.
Unaware of her tiny audience, Andrea went about her business. Sitting down on her bed, the colossal blonde kicked off her sneakers.
BOOM!
Then, a split second later, the other shoe hit the ground...
BOOM!
As the collisions shook Christie to her very core, she thought to herself in dismay, My god, she could crush me without even knowing it!
As Christie pondered that disturbing possibility, she didn’t realize another of Andrea’s projectiles was incoming until it was too late. One of her daughter’s discarded socks landed without warning on top of the bra, and while the brassier’s cup withstood the additional weight, another problem arose. Much to Christie’s revulsion, half of the sock covered the opening to her hiding place, and as a result, eight hours of pent-up foot odor suddenly flooded the space.
Gasping, the puny woman could have pushed the giant sock away and moved to another spot, but the prospect of being discovered by Andrea kept Christie frozen where she was. So miserable, she barely noticed the beeping of buttons being pushed on a cell phone.
A second later, Andrea’s powerful voice echoed all around her.
“Hey, it’s me. Come on over, I miss you”
Christie heard a muffled female voice on the other end of her daughter’s conversation.
“Don’t worry, she’s sleeping, and besides I don’t care anymore if she finds out”
The unidentifiable woman said something else, causing Andrea to laugh.
“Ok baby, I’ll see you soon. Don’t keep me waiting to long”
Andrea hung up, leaving her mother to digest what she just overheard.
Before she could think about the revelation of her daughter’s lesbianism for long though, Andrea stood up from the bed, and said, “Where’s that red bra? Vivian will absolutely love it”
Christie’s heart sank upon hearing that, but before she could flee, her colossal brassiere hiding place was lifted skyward...
END OF PART 1