"Hughes?" Asks a soft and feminine voice beside my booth, the sudden intrusion into my own solitary thoughts nearly causing me to spill my coffee.
Snapping my head up from the slowly cooling beverage in my hands I glance over at the figure as they slide into the booth across from me, my eyes falling to a downright tiny and cutesy Japanese girl in a private school uniform.
Even in my seat I find myself looking straight out to meet her gaze, the young woman standing with a heavy backpack sling over her shoulder standing at under five feet tall. Her long silky black hair hangs in two ponytails, tightly braided on either side of her remarkably pale and rounded face.
Her brown eyes look at me from behind a thick set of glasses, the lens magnifying her almond-shaped eyes as they rest on her tiny petite nose. Her face is adorable, a delicate chin and a rounded jawline merging with a set of soft pinchable cheeks.
Her frame is that of a rake, with only some very modest curves showing through the heavy conservative uniform she is wearing. Her frame is covered by a tight button-up shirt, the clingy material coating her short and remarkably slender arms and is buttoned up all the way. A sweater vest rests atop her chest, the thick navy blue item with thin mauve lines outlining the edges bearing the golden hawk emblem of Charleston College. A thin tie wraps her slender neck, the lines of blue, mauve and gold disappearing into her vest and draws the eye to her modest bust.
Her skirt, resting well below the knee, inverses the color scheme with mauve being the primary color with crisscrossing lines of navy blue running around it. The skirt itself seems almost heavy, the thick material barely moving when she does. Long black socks cover the remainder of her legs, running between her skirt and inti the shiny pair of leather shoes on her feet, her outfit showing next to no skin.
"Uh... It's Jord... Yeah I'm..." I blurt back in response, my eyes remaining unblinking on the tiny young woman as she begins to scowl at me.
"Yeah, I'm fucking short" she snaps, her voice light and airy as it seems to clash with the harsh words escaping her pouting mouth.
She slings the bag off her shoulder with a grunt, the expensive brown leather bag bulging with the sheer amount of books contained within. Her arms shake as she flings the bag into seat across from me, the hefty bag slamming into the seat with a loud thump.
Grunting again she hoists herself up into the seat, shifting about as she gets comfortable across from me. Before I can say anything she starts waving towards the staff, trying to coax them over with her tiny arm. Catching Gracie, my upstairs neighbor's, eye I gesture for her to come over as I nod to the tiny Asian girl across from me.
As the slender and exhausted-looking alternative girl approaches she pulls out a little notepad, taking a deep breath as the Japanese girl snaps her fingers at the waitress.
"Hi, welcome to..." Gracie chirps weakly, her voice straining to stay cheery after a full day at the til.
"Yeah yeah whatever, can I just get a drink?" The pint-sized young woman snaps, her tone causing Gracie's lip to twitch in frustration.
"Of course sweetheart" Gracie coos, shooting me a glance that screamed we'll be talking about this later. "We have milksha..."
"I'm not some fucking kid" grumbles the girl across from me, rolling her eyes. "What reds do you..."
"Ma'am, we can't serve..." Gracie begins to state firmly, her light customer service voice slipping into a Stonewall of frustration.
Before she can finish the young woman fishes around in her bag, quickly pulling out a small black leather wallet. In a flash she produces three hundred dollar bills, sliding them across the table towards Gracie.
"I know how this game goes" quips the cutesy young woman, her voice droning as though she did this everyday. "These are yours, for your wonderful service, now... The wine" she states, her voice becoming saccharine sweet for a moment before turning back to her unamused tone.
Gracie's eyes go wide, the usually confident woman fidgeting in place as her morals are tested. Sensing the hesitation, the Asian woman across the booth quickly adds another two hundred dollars to the pile before asking "make it two glasses."
I hear Gracie click her tongue inside her mouth, something breaking in her as she snatches up the cash and stuffs it into her shirt. She nods to the diminutive young woman, flashing a weak smile before about facing towards the service area and the small back bar.
As she walks away Gracie shoots me another look, her eyes wide as she mouths to me "What. The. Fuck."
The young woman smirks to herself as Gracie walks away to fetch the drinks before sliding the wallet back into her backpack. There is a brief moment of silence, with me being taken aback by the odd display and the young woman simply reveling in her power over the broke waitstaff.
"So... Um Junko..." I begin to mutter, the young woman shooting me a piercing glare as I say her name.
"Don't" she orders, raising her eyebrows. "It's June, for one thing" she explains, offering up her Anglicized name. "And two..."
"Should you really be having wi..." I begin to ask, continuing my thought as normal before she cuts be off.
"I'm not a kid!" She snaps, banging the table with her tiny fist. "You can't just talk over..." She continues, taking a deep breath as she tries to calm down. After a moment of deep breathing she begins to speak again, a little more softly than a mere moment ago. "I'm eighteen, I can drink if I want, and I'm celebrating" she explains, her words metered and slow as if she was having to explain her actions to a child.
There is another awkward beat after the outburst, the young woman taking the time to brush the hair from her eyes and to place her braids behind her shoulders.
"So..." She begins to ask, leaning in as a little grin spreads across her lips. "Can I see it?"
Looking around, checking to see if anyone was looking, I slowly pull the medallion from my sweater. June's eyes go wide in wonder as she sees the shimmering bronze, her mind seeming to run a mile a minute as the possibility of this being real sinks in.
As a figure moves in the corner of my vision I quickly drop the medallion back into my sweater. "Hey! I was..." June snaps, leaning forward in her seat before shutting up as a glass is placed in front of her.
Gracie looks towards me as she places a glass in front of me as well, the young woman swing more nervous than I had ever seen her as she uncorks a rather nice and dusty-looking bottle of Pinot Noir.
"Here... You... Go..." the tired young barista mutters, her hand shaking slightly as she pours the two large glasses of purple-red wine.
Smirking up at the woman she had so easily cowed into submission, June fetches her wallet hastily before sliding a little more money towards the nervous waitress.
"Leave the bottle" June orders smugly, her voice oozing with pleasure as she reveals in her control over the situation.
Gracie looks over at me, her eyes pleading for help, before she gently places the bottle down and snatches up what was now her months rent in tips from the table and stuffs it down her shirt. Gracie quickly races off, returning to the customers both at the counter and other tables who even combined wouldn't be able to give her as much money as June had given her in the past few minutes alone.
June quickly snatches up the glass, swirling it in her table as she looks at me from across the table. She quickly moves to sip at the wine, wincing a little at the scent and nearly gagging at the flavor as it touches her tongue. Despite her poorly hidden disgust she tries to carry on, returning to just swirling the glass.
"So, how do we..." She begins to asking in her soft cutesy voice, the timbre of her tone cutting down her gravitas to size. Her eyebrows raise a little, "you know..."
I take the wine myself, swirling my glass with more control and confidence than the young woman across from me does. She scowls a little as I smell the wine, the delightfully developed scents leaving me salivating. As I sip at the wine, reveling in herbaceous and subtly fruity notes, June shoots me a jealous look as though frustrated by my enjoyment of what she could not.
With a satisfied sigh I place the glass down, looking around the cafe to see if the coast was clear.
"Like I said" I begin to explain, inching towards the edge of the seat. "Just need to wear the... You know... Along with touching a piece of..." I continue, pausing as I watch June reach down and take off a shoe. The young woman suddenly peels off one of her black thigh-high socks, bundling it up and throwing it at me.
As the sweaty sock comes towards me I catch it on instinct, a sudden static shock immediately passing from the medallion into my chest as the metal begins to heat up.
June smirks at me from across the table, playing with her wine glass as she looks at me from over the thick black rims if her glasses.
"Better find someplace... Discrete" she chuckles, watching me as I scramble from my seat and towards the bathroom.
The hallway down towards the dingy uni-sex bathroom at the back of the cafe seems to shift as I rush down it, the floor feeling like it begins to rapidly shift from flat wooden boards to undulating hills and valleys beneath my feet.
Strands of dark hair begin to creep down into my vision, the far wall growing oddly more indistinct as I approach it. The distance between myself and the bathroom seems to grow with each step, my shrinking legs locking me into a real life version of Xeno's paradox of distance with each step carrying less and less distance towards me goal.
My boots slide from my feet as I stumble into the bathroom, the once small room appearing expansive as I collapse into it. As I try to look down at myself I find long shimmering strands of black hairs forming a curtain over my vision. My sweater is practically a dress at this point, my shrunken frame swimming in the immensely baggy clothing.
As I pull myself to my feet I feel my jeans and boxers fall down around my ankles, my belt running over my pert tight and oddly hairless rear as I jump forwards.
Fumbling with my diminished limbs I manage to bring the toilet seat down before moving to sit in it. As I spin around, the now ass-length curtain of hair whipping around with me before getting caught beneath me as I sit down, I feel the hefty metal medallion rub over my pert and modest chest.
In a panic I begin to tug at me sweater, shifting in my seat as I dislodge the combination of hair and wool from beneath my pert plush rear, whipping the scratchy attire over my head and hurling it to the floor.
I sit in shock, staring down at my shrunken body as I watch my legs grow more and more slender, the tuft of wiry hairs atop my crotch growing darker and darker by the second. My skin shifts in tone, growing to a more alabaster tone and smoothing into a more sensitive and delicate complexion.
Despite how much I had shrunk my cock remained the same size, the thick turgid rod looking like it was trying to become a third leg on my under five-foot tall form.
Suddenly, the door swings open. I go to scream in shock before a hand clamps over my mouth. June glares at my attempted outburst, her other arm holding my shoes and a missing sock. As she removes her hand she reaches back to pull in the door, locking it behind her before returning to me.
As I calm down, the initial panic easing off, I'm suddenly wracked with aching pains. My skin itches and burns as the hairs slowly vanish and my complexion rapidly changes. My bones all ache, decades of growth spurts undoing themselves in a matter of moments.
Glancing down my eyes go wide, the taut skin around my stomach distending and shifting as more organs shift around inside me. The bulge pulses and twitches, with each pulse shrinking back my insides further and further.
As my head hangs forward, my eyes glued to my shifting innards and my thick cock, I feel the chain of the medallion slide over my sensitive slender neck. Looking up I watch as June drops the medallion around her neck, the young woman grabbing my boxers with a smirk before wincing.
"Idiot" she chuckles, slowly sliding off her second shoe and pulling her sweater over her head. "Enjoying losing all your fucking freedom."
"What are..." I croak, my eyes going wide as I hear June's voice escaping my lips. Coughing to try and clear what my panicked mind thought had to be something in my throat, I'm suddenly hit by a feeling like my cock was in a vice.
As the vice grows tighter and tighter I watch as my cock buckles, growing smaller and smaller in bursts as though it was fighting for dear life. Tears full my eyes as I feel my balls begin to tug themselves inside of me, my organs moving to accommodate an all new set of organs in my abdomen.
Everything is a blurry mess, my poor vision blending with the tears as I slump against the wall of the bathroom panting heavily. Pained grunts and groans fill the room, accompanied by the sound of rapidly cracking bones and the faint sloshing of shifting organs.
Beyond the curtain of hair and the blurred vision I watch as the naked petite young woman appears to grow at an impossible rate, her legs and arms lengthening at an uneven rate as she curses under her breath in grumbled and hushed tones.
Thick coats of body hair begin to sprout across her body, a nervous and low-pitched chuckle escaping her lips as she runs her fingers over her flat hairy
"This is..." June coughs, pausing as her large hands shoot to her throat. "I sound like an... Adul..." She begins to croon, her voice mirroring my own, before stop as she buckles over.
Clutching at her groin her hands are slowly parted, her clit expanding upwards and outwards before soon my former cock is left in its place. June's new hands wrap around her new cock, stroking it with a rumbling groan as it twitches in her grasp.
"Oh fuck... Yeah, I'm going to have fun with..." She mutters, stretching up and out before staggering a little. "Woah... I'm... I'm huge!" She gleefully chuckles, her giddy voice filled with childlike glee.
Slowly slumping up in the seat, the mop of insanely long hair resting around me and trapping in some semblance of heat, I slowly begin to collect myself. I feel god damn tiny, the room feeling actually rather large rather than uncomfortably small as it had when I had used it yesterday.
My heart hammers in my chest, racing like that of a freighted rabbit as the force of it is enough to shift my lithe and weakened frame. With each hefty thump inside my chest I feel a subtly jiggling weight beneath me.
As I try to come to grips with my crushed and compressed frame, drooling dumbly as hair fills my open mouth, June seems to bounce back near immediately.
"Awwwww does the baby need a nap?" She scoffs, the young woman shrugging and rolling her shoulders as she tests out her new form. Looking down at me on the toilet seat she...
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