It wasn’t until you were around 5’4 did it finally hit you that something was wrong. And that didn’t come until you tried putting something away on the top shelf.
“What the hell,” you muttered, as you strained to stand on your tippy toes to even reach the cabinets. “This wasn’t always this high. What is going on?”
That’s when the belt of the robe came undone around your waist, along with your boxers dropping to the floor. You grabbed them both and asked the obvious question.
“Am I...Shrinking?”
It seemed impossible at the time. But as you stood next to the fridge to measure your height, you watched as the spot you marked on the door grew just a little bit higher. With it confirmed that you were, indeed, getting smaller over time, all that was left was for your higher brain function to process it.
“...This is not normal.”
Close enough.
You stumbled into the living room, your smaller feet now more comfortable holding up your much shorter body, which was getting smaller by the minute. You shuffled around in circles, tying the belt of the robe as you muttered out loud.
“Okay, okay, so I’m shrinking...I guess this is a thing that’s happening...Is it going to stop?”
You could feel your whole body wobble into place as you dropped the last inches to the petite frame of 4’10, the exact height of your mother. The jitters running through your bones as they buckled in on themselves suddenly disappeared signalling a stop to the shrinking.
You tied the now much roomer belt of the robe tighter as you took in your new body.
Proportionally, you were the same. It was just like someone had taken the re-size tool of Photoshop and scaled you down almost 75%. Even your weight retained the same proportions as your previous height, at about 130 pounds. Though that was soon to change.
When it became obvious that your shrinking episode was past you, you began to wander around the living room adjusting to your new size.
Everything looked so much bigger from your new perspective as you waddled around getting used to the fact that you could no longer see over everything anymore.
“This must be how mom feels all the time.”
That gave you an idea as you headed over to the shoe rack and collected your sneakers. To no surprise, they were much too large for your dainty new feet and you were able to kick them off with ease.
“I wonder…”
Your eyes settled on mom’s slippers, which matched with the robe and socks you were wearing. A big, pink wad of fluff that always looked very comfortable to you but was always too small for you to ever fit your feet into. (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/53/a2/b6/53a2b...) The gears were starting to turn in your head as you slipped them on to find that they were a perfect fit on you. Like your feet were meant to wear them.
“...Am I...Turning into mom?”
Your stomach groaned suddenly and there was a particular sensation in the pit of your gut. Like you were bloated or something. Like you were a balloon and someone was inflating you. It wasn’t until the loose fabric of the robe tickled your hips that you knew the strange feeling wasn’t lying to you. Your entire backside had expanded a few sizes to around 36 inches, on its way to catching up to your mom’s measurements of 48 inches and adding 10 pounds to your overall weight. You stood more bottom heavy than you were just a few seconds ago.
“No way…” You muttered, taking in the fact that this was what was happening to you. You were transforming, albeit slowly, into your own mother.
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