It was a saturday morning, and chelsea was just waking up to the sound of her alarm clock.
"Why do I always forget to turn it off on Fridays?"
Chelsea was a girl who was perfect in many ways. She had a body that men wanted to hold and touch, and women who would give anything to have a body like hers. In school, girls always stared at her body in the locker room. She had boys drool over her, begging for a date, though she always said no. She liked the idea of boys following her, she didn't want to give up this power over one date.
She groaned again, not wanting to get out of bed, it was the weekend, her alarm clock should have been turned off, but of course, her luck got in the way. That was another thing, her body also carried a lifetime of bad luck. No matter how good of a day it could possibly be, her luck would turn it upside down. Her clothes were always followed by sharp objects and corners, tearing or completely ripping it from here body. She could not own expensive clothes for this reason. For this reason is why boys want a date, knowing they will get some sort of show from her.
She got up from bed, reached over and turned off her alarm. She went to her dresser and picked out a outfit that was refered to her as "comfort clothes" and went to the bathroom for a quick shower. She started her warm shower and started to strip down. She was a brunette, never held in a ponytail or any of the sort, hazel eyes, about 5'8 and 95lbs., and BB-cups. She walked into the shower, washed up, and quickly got out. She brushed her teeth and put on her clothes, which was a 100% cotton, blue t-shirt, a same color blue pajama pants, and french cut panties. She didn't need a bra, as her boobs were so perky and firm.
She walked into the living room, knowing was there. Her parents worked together in criminal justice, and had to go to an away meeting out of state. She was used to this, as she was an only child. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a nutri-bar and a glass of orange juice. She sat at the couch and nibbled on the bar and watched t.v. She always did this on saturdays, watch t.v, get up and move around a bit for food, and sit down for the t.v. She propped her feet on the coffee table and flipped through channels, finding nothing on. She thought about just getting a movie from the DVD rack beside her, when she just put it on a random channel for noise, and went to sleep because of her stupid clock. She started to breathe heavily, when her t.v turned green, and a disembodied voice called out her name.
"Chelsea...."
".........."
"Chelsea...."
"......hmph..."
"Hmmm... She's asleep, but this works." a loud beep from the t.v got chelsea up half awake. She looked at the t.v, believing she's still asleep.
"Wow, pretty color."
"Hello chelsea. This is a special program. Would you like to see it."
Chelsea eyes popped open, like she was shaken awake. She looked at her clock beside her, which showed her she was asleep for 5 min. She looked at the t.v, and saw the screen was green.
"Oh great, what's wrong with the t.v." she looked at the screen. Then, the pulsed, sending a ray of green light all around her.
"What the hell...?" she cursed, puzzled at what was happening. She looked around, and then down, and screamed. Her feet were slowly coming off the floor, and toward the edge of the couch. Her pajama bottoms weren't shrinking with her, and they fell to the floor. Chelsea though wouldn't have known, as she was out asleep because of the shock. Her head slowly went down the back of the couch, her shirt ever slowly swallowing her. Her panties were snagged on a hard spot on the sofa, and was pulled away from her shapely legs. Her body, now the size of.a barbie doll, slipped through the neck hole of her shirt. There, she layed, spread out on the couch asleep, tiny, and naked.
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