Her name was Alice O'Brien, in the words of the Irish bards, she was a beauty beyond compare. She was seventeen years old, with flawless white skin, sparkling green eyes, long dark straight hair that reached to the small of her back, and a body that was both physically fit and pronouncedly feminine. Her nature was a sweet and unmalicious as possible, though her boyfriend Alex sometimes wished she could be a bit more promiscuous. (Alice and he had just recently french kissed for the first time after dating for three months, and that was as far as Alice had let ANY boy go).
And so it was that one day Alice woke up and found herself three inches tall, the end result of...
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