Stop it!

Dahlia huffed as you sprawled out on the floor of her apartment, trying to focus on her studies. The two of you were supposed to be working together, but your mind kept wandering, especially as you sat there, flipping through her old witchy spellbook. The faded pages held your attention more than the boring textbooks lying nearby.

“Hey, put that down, it’s not a toy,” Dahlia warned, glancing up from her notes with a frown. But the playful glint in your eye couldn’t be ignored. You couldn’t resist. You cleared your throat, picked a page at random, and started reading aloud. The words rolled off your tongue, ancient and unfamiliar, but you felt a strange thrill as you spoke them.

Dahlia’s eyes widened as a strange sensation washed over her, and she gasped as she realized she had just shrunk a few inches. Her clothes, which fit her perfectly just moments ago, now hung a bit looser on her frame. She looked at you with a mixture of shock and annoyance.

“Very funny,” she snapped, tugging at the oversized fabric, trying to regain some sense of control. But you couldn’t help but grin, finding her shrinking figure both fascinating and, if you were honest with yourself, kind of adorable. Without a second thought, you read the spell again, eager to see what would happen.

Dahlia let out a small yelp as she shrank even more, her surroundings seeming to grow larger by the second. Her shirt slid further down her shoulder, the neckline dipping dangerously low. She struggled to keep her pants up as the waistband slipped lower and lower on her hips.

“Stop it!” she protested, her voice edged with panic, but there was something in her eyes—was it fear, or excitement? You couldn’t tell, and that uncertainty made you all the more curious. Another incantation spilled from your lips, and you watched with wide eyes as she dwindled down even further. Her clothes were becoming ridiculous on her now, the shirt hanging off one shoulder entirely, her pants puddling around her feet.

“Alright, enough!” Dahlia’s demand was high-pitched, her voice trembling as she clutched at the massive shirt. But you were entranced, fascinated by the transformation happening right before your eyes.

Dahlia’s attempts to hold onto her dignity were getting more and more desperate. Her tiny frame was almost completely lost in the oversized clothing, and you couldn’t help but find it all incredibly amusing.

“You look adorable,” you teased, your voice tinged with laughter, taking in the sight of her struggling to keep her dignity intact. She shot you a glare that would have been more intimidating if she wasn’t slowly disappearing into her own clothes.

Soon she was tripping over her pants, the fabric too heavy for her to navigate. You watched as she fell to the floor, her tiny body tangled in a sea of fabric. By the time she stood back up, she was barely half her original height, her oversized shirt now hanging like a massive tent over her small frame.

“Please, stop!” Dahlia begged, her voice now soft and squeaky as she clung to the giant shirt. Her eyes were wide with a mix of frustration and fear, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. You spoke the spell one final time, and Dahlia’s voice was a faint squeak as she shrank even more. She was barely two feet tall now, her tiny hands gripping the enormous shirt that threatened to slip off her at any moment. You felt a twinge of guilt as she looked up at you, her tiny face flushed with embarrassment. “This isn’t funny,” she squeaked, her voice trembling as she tried to hold onto the last shreds of her dignity.