Jennifer entered the women's locker room and opened her locker. She grabbed her towel and put her sports bra and shorts into her gym bag. She was briefly disconcerted by how easily the normally tight, stretchy garments slid off, but she didn't give it a second thought. She wrapped herself in the towel and headed over to the sauna.
She couldn't get over the feeling of wrongness-like somehow things had been moved around or altered without her knowing about it. She figured her imagination was acting up and dismissed the weird notions. As such, she didn't even think about the fact that the sauna doorknob and thermostat were slightly off from their usual positions.
Craig had finished his cleanup of the 5' image of Jennifer. He had found a way to set it up so he could make a video once he was done editing the images, but first he wanted to make her smaller some more. He set up the image for more editing and thought for a moment about how much she should shrink. He finally decided to take her down another 2 inches to keep the video smooth-looking at first. He set her up to be 4'10'' and clicked the APPLY button. He watched as the image editor began changing the image.
Jennifer was sitting on the bench in the sauna, grabbing her bottled water for the umpteenth time in an hour, when she felt a mild jolt pass through her body. It felt like the shock she had received from the treadmill earlier. She took a sip from the bottle.then stared at it. She had suddenly felt as if the bottle had somehow...STRETCHED in her hand. She looked at it quizically, so preoccupied that she didn't notice her towel feeling just the slightest bit looser. She stood up from the bench, deciding she'd had enough steam for tonight. She reached for the doorknob, not noticing that it was even higher than before.
She stepped out of the sauna and again headed for her locker, this time deliberately ignoring the little details her mind was shouting at her about things being out of place. It seemed like the gym was populated with a different group of people tonight...everyone seemed taller, somehow, compared to her. She was used to people being over her head, but this crowd was more so than usual. She pushed this thought out of her head and directed her focus to finding her locker.
When she reached her locker, she threw down the towel in favor of normal lingerie and a short blue dress. At least, she had THOUGHT it was short...it went further down her thighs than she remembered. Also, the bra fit almost-but-not-quite snug enough. She idly hoped she wasn't losing weight in her breasts. The gym bag felt a little odd, as though it were weighted differently. She decided she'd need to go home and get some rest, and the weird feelings would be gone by morning.she hoped. She pulled the rest of her items from the locker and stuffed them into the bag.
SLAM! She jumped back in surprise as a hand suddenly slammed her locker door closed. She looked up at the grinning face of her trainer. Once again she was hit with the idea that she had to look further up than she should have. He smirked at her and said, "Have a great night, Jen--see you tomorrow!" and whistled as he walked away. She stared after him for a moment...at times she was thoroughly convinced that there was something very wrong with him.
Craig finished up the editing of the 4'10'' image of Jennifer and set up the program for the next reduction. "This is gonna be great! I can't wait to see the video!" he mused to himself. "Now, time to make her smaller." He once again clicked the APPLY button. This time he was doing three inches instead of two, figuring that at two inches per try he could be at his computer all night.
Jennifer had been leaning against her locker for a moment as she watched her trainer amble to the door. "OUCH!" She jerked her hand back as she was again shocked. "That's the third time tonight! I'm not having a good night, I don't think," she said to no one in particular. She started for the door herself and stopped briefly. She stared at her shoes in puzzlement. She lifter her heel-sure enough, the tennis shoes were slightly loose on her heels, so they slipped slightly when she walked. She noticed again how low her dress looked-the hem that she had thought was up at the top of her upper thighs, nearly exposing her panties, was instead halfway down her thighs. She must have confused this dress with a similar smaller one. She walked out, trying to get her mind on her nice, comfortable bed at home and not on the sliding shoes, or the lowered dress, or the slight looseness of her bra and panties, or the feeling that everyone had more of a height advantage than they should...
