You stand there in the dark, listening to the sound of the girls laughter, as they step heavily down the long hallway, enter a distant room, and shut the door. You hear their muffled conversation and laughter, as you sit there, saying to yourself, “Man! What have I gotten myself into!” As your eyes adjust to the dark, you notice light coming from the crack underneath the door. You feel so light-headed, that you have a seat on a box. The box comes up to the center of your hips,so you have to lift yourself up to be seated. So your feet dangle a couple of inches above the floor. You listen, as each of the girls has her turn in one of the showers. An hour goes by, before the showers finally stop running. It’s apparent, that they are getting themselves ready for something. You just aren’t sure what. You only know, that they are getting all fresh,and sweet, and dolled up. You catch the occasional whiff of fragrant body lotion, listen to the sound of hair dryers, and imagine how silky smooth they will be, when they return. You wonder what they will be wearing, and how much skin they will bear, when they take you out, to play. You remember they said, that they were going to get ready. To change into something else. What exactly? What are they going to do to you!
You stop and think. They said it was something I said to Billy Thorton. What was it I said to Billy? I’ve had lots of conversations with him at school. You sit trembling, realizing all the things it could be, knowing that your conversations have all been about girls. In fact, you’ve talked about each of the girls down the hall, at one point or another. You know full well, that you could have made a comment about enjoying the back-side view, of all the girls, in their short little Summer skirts, and shorts. About how you wish the view could last longer .
Now, you don’t think anybody else has ever heard this, but you’ve secretly fantasized, of seeing up from about the level of their knees, getting a nice, long, lingering look at those incredible backsides. You wish you could look over those long, smooth legs. You long to see up their skirts, to the pantied asses underneath. You even fantasize about them, wishing one would take you home. You wish that she could somehow catch you on your back. Then she would get herself right over you, and , oh my God, what she does after that ! You can’t even really bring yourself to admit what happens next right here in these pages. You are pretty sure you haven’t told the details of your fantasy to a soul. However, there is one little chance that you are wrong. Last week’s party has you worried. The guys slipped some drug in your drink, and you can’t remember a thing from the rest of that night. The only thing you remember, is having them laugh,as you stood rambling on and on. Yes, Billy was there. You remember him grinning,as you and he talked. What is most worrisome, is that you didn’t even notice any of the girls had arrived, until you were leaving. You really don’t know how long they had been there, or what they had heard. Surely, you didn’t tell Billy your secret. No way. The girls must have heard something else . Just then, you hear a door open down the hall. The girls are coming. You hop to your feet, and nearly stumble, as your feet hit the floor. You feel the floor shake with each of their steps, getting stronger and stronger as they come down the hall, letting out little bursts of suppressed excitement. You try to hide, turning to get behind the box, feeling hurredly in the dark for it. Wait a minute. The box is taller than it was before. It now comes to the bottom of your chest ! Then it dawns on you. It isn’t the box . You have gotten smaller ! Sudenly, the bedroom door opens! The girls step in, and you hurry to try to hide behind the box. You are following the side, as one of the girls steps over to the closet! Before you make it, the closet door opens. Light floods in, and you are temporarily blinded,as Heather says, Oh my God! What a cutie! Before you have a chance to turn,a huge pillow case goes over your head. You are swooped up, as Heather says, “Just wait till you see him! He’s only about 18 inches tall now, and man, is he ever cute like this !”
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