Experiment 76 Part 2 (Scenes 1-16)

Hi all,

You've probably seen this story started on DeviantArt (Part 1). If you have not, please go catch up with it first before proceeding! The story will resume here on Patreon!

https://www.deviantart.com/shrinkmaster5000/gallery/82116397/sw-experiment-76-part-1

Enjoy!

Scene 1:

While Ivana made her slow and careful trek home, Aurora was back at her dorm room. She drove straight there, at first in a panic. But as she continued driving, she calmed herself down. By the time she got up to her dorm room, she felt sick to her stomach about what happened, and about what she did, leaving Ivana like that. She quickly changed into some nightwear, as she had no intention of going out to the party tonight and just wanted to try and get some sleep. She couldn't get the image out of her head of a horrified little Ivana. It was hard to process a person much taller than you suddenly being much... smaller.

As she was about to lay down, she realized she had forgotten her phone at the lab. "Shit" she thought to herself, relying on her phone to respond to her roommate if she was wondering where she was at. She didn't want to go back to the lab, fearing whatever experiment they did might do something to her. Luckily, she had a messaging app on her computer in the dorm room that connected through her phone, which still had service at the lab. She quickly shot a message to her roommate to let her know she wasn't feeling well and was going to stay in so she could make the bigger party tomorrow and Saturday night.

Scene 2:

Aurora finally laid down, taking a couple of deep breaths. She would just head back over tomorrow like originally instructed, and wait outside the lab for Ivana, or maybe venture in quickly to get her phone. Right now, she didn't want to do that. She figured Ivana would head over there as well, and since Aurora didn't really know exactly where she lived, there wasn't much else she could do.

Aurora kept hearing the words "Please don't leave me!" over and over. As she continued thinking, she wondered if Ivana would stay at the lab overnight trying to fix herself. Or just sleep on the mattress she had there? Or would she head home? Then she thought some more. Could she even drive at her size? She tried to turn the thoughts off. She wanted to go back and check on Ivana, but today was just too much for her. She just had to try to get some rest, get to her classes tomorrow, and then she could try to help Ivana out before the party.

Scene 3:

Meanwhile, Ivana slowly, but surely, made it home. She did the speed limit, stayed in the right lane, hoping to not get pulled over, or worse, recognized by someone she knew. It was difficult and it took some getting used to, but she felt confident she could drive back to the lab tomorrow to resume. As she fumbled with the 2 phones and her clutch, and getting the keys out of it, she managed to get the door open.

Scene 4:

She continued to quickly walk in, taking more steps than usual, to get to the coffee table, crouching and dropping everything from her hands.

Scene 5:

As she stood back up, she began to have a headache. She couldn't be sure if it was a side effect of what just happened to her, going through the rift, or the aftermath of what she was now dealing with. She didn't like to take medication unless she had to, so she figured she'd see if it went away on its own.

She looked around the room a bit. She thought everything would seem like she was walking around in a crouched position, but that wasn't the case. It was like she was in her normal house, only everything was a bit larger. No, that was the wrong term. Scaled up, everything, scaled up. The ceiling height, the walking distances, the couch, everything. She still felt 5'10" tall and felt that everything around her "grew". Logically she knew that wasn't the case, but it's how she felt perceiving everything around her.

Scene 6:

She wanted to change into something more comfortable. While she loved formal wear, she only wanted to wear it when others would see her. As she placed her foot on the first stair, she had what she could only describe as vertigo. The house was familiar, the stairs were familiar, the railing was familiar, but where she was putting her body parts on it wasn't. It's something she would never notice before, but she could "feel" that she had to put her foot higher. It felt unnatural. Same with her hand on the railing. She went up the stairs slowly, not wanting to injury herself tripping over her feet.

"I have to fix this..." she thought to herself.

Scene 7:

She didn't think about it until now, but all of her clothes "grew" too, other than what she was wearing. She figured most of her pants and shorts would be way too baggy and frumpy to deal with. As she browsed, she reached for a PJ dress instead. It was one she bought months back but forgot to return. She didn't realize how short it was, just coming down far enough to cover her rear. She didn't like being exposed that much, even in PJs, and never wore it after that. But maybe this would work out for her at her new size. She undressed and began to pull it over her.

Scene 8:

The dress found its way down Ivana's body and fell quickly, surrounding her by the loose material. Her chest was MUCH more exposed than when she tried it on before, but she was able to fit it in a way to keep herself decent. The part about it being too short, however, was no longer an issue. It extended all the way down to her knees. The "short" sleeves were to her elbows.

Scene 9:

She moved around in it a bit, the sleeves could probably fit two of her arms, while the bottom of the dress playfully slid across her small bottom and brushing lightly against her tiny legs. Other than the exposed chest, her new size worked well for the dress, at least for how Ivana liked her sleepwear. But of course, it was not worth the new height. That thought got her back on track.

"Oh yes, I need to get data!" she thought to herself, almost in excitement.

Scene 10:

She went back downstairs and found her fold-out ruler and set it up. She knew this wasn't 100% accurate, but it was the best she could do right now. After she set it up, just by looking at it with her eyes, she could tell she was well under 5 foot, more than she thought. She knew Aurora was short, and knew that she was much smaller than her, but seeing the numbers started to solidify it. She stood back to the wall, put her arm over her head and extended her hand past the ruler.

Scene 11:

She took a deep breath. Since she didn't want to mark her wall up with a pencil, She pulled her head forward slightly, and slowly turned it towards the numbers. As she tilted her head back a bit, she let out. "52 inches, or so". Quickly doing the mental math, "That puts me at 4'4" tall, or so.... How short is that? It sounds very short... 5 feet is considered pretty short, what's 4'4" considered? I can't even picture someone that size..." she said to herself out loud. She was trying to quantify or visualize it. "I need to get my weight." she thought, quickly moving to the restroom on the same floor.

Scene 12:

She pulled the scale out that she hardly used and brushed the dust off of it. "Alright, it's zeroed out, so this should give me a decent estimate." she said. She stepped onto it, and watched the needle bounce a bit.

Scene 13:

"Fifty... fifty-two, fifty-three? fifty-two." she finally agreed upon. She knew that was VERY light. "Ok, so I'm 4'4" and 52 pounds..." she said, committing it to memory. "I'm not even sure what that means yet..." she admitted to herself. She started to run some more mental math. "So... that makes me... 25% smaller overall... So I'm about 75% of my original size. Interesting..." she said as she continued thinking.

Scene 14:

After snapping out of her thought, she looked up from the scale, looking into the mirror. Even with the bit of lift the scale was giving her, she could just see thes top of her head from her nose in the mirror. The mirror, of course, was hung higher as she is, well was, tall, so this made sense, but still added to all the differences she was experiencing.

"Time to do more research." she thought to herself as she looked into the mirror with determination.

Scene 15:

Before heading back to the couch, she took and documented some other measurements, using a soft tape measure: Inseam: 24", Bust: 27", Waist: 20", Foot length: 7".

While she wanted to start researching right away, she needed to make sure she had clothes for tomorrow. There was no way she was going to wear her formal wear that shrunk with her, for fear that someone might recognize her by the common outfit, so she went online to get some clothes shipped overnight. However, this became a bigger ordeal than she imagined as she put all her measurements together and looked at some charts based on her measurements.

"Wait... so I'm the average height of an 8-and-a-half-year-old girl, the average weight of a 7-and-a-half-year-old, my jean and shirt size are a 7 in girls, does that mean for 7-year old’s? And my shoe size is a US 12 in kids, which is... average for a 5 years old? What the heck?" She said out loud, more surprised that the ages were all over the place than the fact she was the average size of a 2nd grader.

As she thought about it, it made more sense. She still had the proportions of an adult, just reduced in every direction. Therefore, the measurements didn't conform well to one group. This soon became the least of her worries around clothes shopping at her new size.

"Do they think little girls only wear pink and stuff with sparkles on it? "I'm too cute to do homework"? No No No No No…" she said to herself, desperately trying to find something that looked... plain. Finally, she found an outfit that should work. Plain, normal colors, no writing on the t-shirt (an option she could select), no sparkles. It, of course, looked like something someone much younger than herself would wear, but not necessarily a kid, so she went with it, and paid the huge shipping cost to get it to her house in the morning."

Scene 16:

She began doing her research for a few hours. She had pages of documents open, taking down notes. She felt she had at least one, maybe two, things she could try at the lab. She wanted to be sure she had some confidence before jumping through the rift again. The last thing she wanted to do is shrink more, or something worse. A lot of things could happen that could be worse than shrinking. As she previously calculated that she lost 25% of her original size, if that were to happen again, she would only be 3'3" tall and weigh 21 pounds or so, something she didn't want to think about. She needed to gain the 25% she lost, or rather, add 30% to her current size.

Once she started to feel that she had at least one solid solution to try, she quickly grew tired. She really wanted to go in her bed, but she didn't want to experience any more size surprises. So, she turned around and buried her head into the pillows, as her dress hung over the side, barely holding onto her tiny hips. She wanted a blanket, but she knew she would be fast asleep in just a few minutes.