After a long day of grueling spellcraft lectures at Magic University, Dahlia needed a break. And what better way to relax than her favorite pastime? Shrinking.
With a deep breath, she let the magic flow through her, feeling that familiar tingle as the world around her expanded. Her clothes became heavier, looser, until—foomph!—they collapsed around her like a fabric avalanche. A giggle bubbled up from her tiny lips as she wriggled free from the folds, standing only 6 inches tall amid the sea of fabric.
She stretched, feeling the cool air against her shrunken skin. Perfection.
But her bliss was short-lived.
Click. The door swung open.
“Dahlia, I’m back! …Oh, she’s not here.”
Dahlia’s eyes widened as she peeked out from the folds of her clothes.
“And she left her laundry on the floor again!” her roommate sighed. “Guess I’ll just take care of it.”
Before Dahlia could even react, her world turned upside down. Quite literally.
She barely had time to yelp before a massive hand scooped up the pile—including her. The fabric swallowed her whole as she tumbled, her tiny body jostled about like a lost sock.
And then—whoosh—down she went, landing with a soft pomf in a deep, dark pit.
Dahlia sat up, dazed. She was surrounded by walls of sweaters, T-shirts, and—oh, fantastic—underwear. The air smelled strongly of detergent and faint traces of her roommate’s perfume.
“…She put me in the hamper,” Dahlia realized, deadpan.
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2025-02-07 04:21:26 +0000 UTCBunzo
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