You feel your suit loosening around your body, then suddenly everything goes black. But, you haven't passed out, your head has just fallen below the neckline of your jacket. 'Am I.. shrinking.. This can't be possible.' It was possible, as the weight from your ever growing clothes attested. The fabric soon collapsed on top of you in an avalanche of tweed driving you down into darkness. Now you're falling down a long black tunnel, naked and frightened beyond imagining. Collisions with the fabric walls of the shaft slowed your descent and you land rather gently in a pitch black cave whose odor is familiar... 'My foot powder... my... shoe.' Before you had time to orient yourself within your new surroundings the entire cave shook, sending you tumbling out of its entrance and into the tangled folds of your unoccupied garments.
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Kim nearly tripped over something, she was always tripping over things. Adjusting her glasses which had slid down her nose when she staggered, she looked down to see what it was this time. She expected a dodge ball, it was gym after all; what she found instead was a pile of clothes. A suit and slacks along with a shiny pair of dress shoes. They didn't look like any student's clothes. Not even the preppies were that preppy. Eternally the 'good girl' Kim reached down and gathered up the clothing, intent on taking it to lost and found.
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