Jennifer wandered around the backyard for a while, staring mournfully at the sunken bathrobe and finding nothing to pin the towel in place. Consequently, her arm was starting to get tired. She had looked in through the sliding glass door, but Mariana had been nowhere in sight, the den silent and dim. She had pounded on the glass anyway, knowing her reduced size put her at disadvantage of being heard...and Mariana hadn't come. Maybe she's upstairs, wondering where I am...or maybe she left early. Jennifer didn't want to think about that, though, because she didn't want to think that she was all alone. Bad enough barely being over two feet tall, but ALONE, with no way back in her house...she shuddered.
She had to do something about her situation. She couldn't just stand around in her own backyard until...until I dwindle to nothing... She found herself wishing her bedroom was on the first floor; at least then she'd still be inside. And she could call-who? Who would believe a crazy story like this? Of course, it wouldn't have hurt to call her doctor and see if he would come out for a housecall. Even the often annoying witticisms of her personal trainer would be welcome about now, because it would mean someone normal-sized was here to help her.
That was when it hit her-this had all started at the gym earlier this evening--maybe HE had done it. She shivered again, and it wasn't because she felt the increasing chill of the evening. She wondered why he would do something like this, or how. She dismissed the thought, deciding the most important thing was getting inside, followed by getting back to normal. She would worry about who, why, and how later...and whoever was responsible would pay. A lot. Yeah, especially if you can't get back to normal. She shut off the mental voice before it could gain any more attention. Some things she just didn't want to look at as possible, and that was one of them.
Craig's computer locked up hopelessly after the shrink to 2'3''. He had beaten on it and even threatened to go get the hammer, but the computer was frozen. He'd had to reboot and restart the image program, hoping it had been properly saving his work. He was relieved to see it had, the shrunken image of his celebrity crush almost lost in the clothes she was wearing in the picture. "Back to work...and if you do that again I'm ripping your innards out with vise-grip pliers."
Jennifer had hoisted herself up onto the pool chair (no easy feat considering the lowest part was above her navel) and she laid back to think, being careful not to slip too far between the straps. She had wracked her stressed-out, shrunken mind...and the only idea she could produce was incredibly risky. She could go around to the front, and then all she had to do was find a way to ring the doorbell and Mariana would come down and open the door. This assumed (1) that she could get the back gate open, (2) that she could make it around her house without being seen, (3) that Mariana was still here, and (4) that she could ring the doorbell when she got there. Also, Mariana would find out what had happened now...of course, Jennifer had no better ideas.
As she started to sit up, she wobbled off-balance due to her rear being sunk into one of the large gaps. She grabbed at the side of the chair...and almost wailed at the electric shock she got. "DAMMIT! How much longer can this go on?" She felt the loosely wrapped towel get somewhat looser, and felt herself sink slightly more into the gap. Quickly, before she could be shocked again, she flipped over the edge and landed on the pavement. Turning, she discovered that the rim was now up at her breasts, and looking down she realized the party dress/towel now fell partway down her shins. At least now she had enough slack in the towel to tie it and twist it so it would continue to cover her without her having to hold it up. She had to be only 2 feet tall now...and she needed to put her plan into action or come up with a better one before she got too small to do ANYTHING...
