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Alice was small, with bright blue eyes and long blond hair, regularaly tied into two long plaits.

 

Alice was 18 and Alice was angry.

 

Her family had just moved from the spacious Nottinghamshire countryside to the centre of London, this however wasn’t what aggravated Alice. She loved London, the clubs, the shopping, the theatre; it was all a girl of her age could want. What angered Alice was her new house, or more specifically her new bedroom. She had left behind a huge room in an old converted farmhouse. It had a king-sized four-poster, bay windows and even her own sink. Her new room had none of these luxuries, in fact she could hardly open the door for bags of cloths and possessions she had been unable to unpack.

 

All this was heavily had been aggravating Alice for some time.

 

In fact Alice had just snapped.

 

‘Well I don’t see why I have to have the small room anyway Dad, why can’t Suzie have it? She’s at Uni most the year anyway?’

 

‘You know she needs room for her easels, now stop moaning.’ Her father said barely looking up from his paper.

 

Just then Suzie walked into the kitchen, she was at least a foot taller then her sister, who was just a might under the five foot mark. This meant that Alice’s eye line was confronted daily by two large firm breasts. As her big sister sauntered up to her swaying her hips provocatively Alice prepared herself for a fight.

 

‘Besides someone as little as you can’t possibly need that much room, aye sis?’ Suzie said as she ruffled Alice’s hair, doing very little to improve her mood.

 

‘I wish you’d never come home from Uni, you’re such an arsehole!’

 

‘Anyway speaking of school shouldn’t you be at 6th form or something? Her dad said, still not looking up from his paper.

 

‘Not till 2.’ She answered sulkily.

 

Her Dad then reached for his wallet.

 

‘Well here’s £40, get out of your sisters hair, buzz off into town or something’

 

Alice snatched the money out of her father’s hand, and then she just stood there pouting for a second, her ample little bosom heaving with consignation. Stamping her foot, and with hands balled into little fists, she stormed out of the room, pausing only to flick the V’s at her dad and sister before slamming the door behind her.

 

‘It was just bloody typical of him’, she thought, as she sat on the underground carriage. ‘He’s always shoving money at me to shut me up.’

 

Alice’s father had a very hands-off approach to parenting. Her Dad was often away on business trips and her mother had left when Alice was very young. This meant that Alice was usually ‘babysat’ by her twenty-year-old sister, a fact witch Suzie constantly reminded her of.

 

Alice took the £40 out of her purse and looked at it.

 

‘At least I’m getting more guilt money now we’ve moved out.’ she mused.

 

Alice decided to get off the tube early at Shoreditch.  She wanted to look around some of her favourite boutiques to decide what to spend the money on. She checked out her usual haunts, trying on dresses hats and shoes, until she rounded a corner to find an old dilapidated shop with an ancient cracked sign that read:

  Mrs Bigge’s Emporium of Antiques and Curiosities: Est. 1843 

Alice was shocked, she had been shopping in these streets regularly for at least two weeks now and thought that she knew every nook, cranny and ally there was. Intrigued she pushed open the rotting wooden door and heard a bell tinkle sweetly from somewhere inside the depths of the shop. The shop itself was small and crammed, fit to burst with antiques, clothes, furniture and some things Alice couldn’t even put a name too. Alice was in heaven pouring over the shop contents, opening boxes, scouring tabletops and peering behind stacks of old papers, looking for that elusive bargain.

 

Suddenly she heard a little cough and turned to find a small old lady sat behind the wooden counter. She was squat and round and smiled a toothy smile at Alice. Her hair was tied behind her head in a tight bun and she wore a set of small oval spectacles on the end of her thin lined nose. Alice couldn’t help noticing she was sat on an old green bean bag, giving the impression of a frog on a lily pad. Alice nervously smiled back.

 

Still smiling the old women said gently ‘Is there any thing I can help you with dear?’

 

‘Not really, I was just browsing.’ Alice replied.

 

‘Well why don’t you take a seat dear, I’ll fix you up a nice herbal tea, we don’t get that many customers you know.’

 

Alice looked at her watch; it was only 12 O’clock, plenty of time until she had to be in lessons.

 

‘Sure why not.’ She said smiling.

 

She sat down on an old ornate stool and watched as the old women poured the tea into two china teacups.

 

Passing her a cup the old lady said, ‘Now then dear what brings you here.’

 

Alice took the £40 out of her purse and showed it to the women, ‘My father gave me this.’ she said.

‘Oh well, your very lucky then aren’t you dear.’

 

‘Not really.’

 

‘Oh, why ever not?’

 

‘He just gives me money to shut me up, then the next thing you know he’s off on a business trip to Paris or Milan or somewhere and that’s the last you see of him for weeks.’

 

‘Well I’m sure he loves you deep down dear.’ She said, smiling reassuringly.

 

‘Yer well not as much as my stupid sister, can you believe this she’s away studying art all year at Uni and she still got the huge bedroom in the new house. I don’t have any room to store anything. Its ridiculous and I have to put up with her ‘babysitting’ me now she’s back for the summer.’

 

The old women mused something over for a moment.

 

‘I’m not sure I can help you with your family but I might be able to solve your storage problem.’

 

‘Really, how?’ Alice asked intrigued.

 

The old lady riffled through a few draws and withdrew an old locket from behind the counter. Alice loved it immediately. It was bright gold with jewels encrusted around the edge. In the middle there was a gilded symbol that had worn over the years. It appeared, to Alice at least, to resemble the mathematic symbols for ‘less than.’

She gently picked it up with her small hands and turned it over lightly in her palm.

 

‘This is really amazing! I bet it’s expensive though.’

 

‘You’d be surprised, its costume jewellery mostly, very little of it is actually real. However it will solve your space problem.’

 

Alice failed to see how that was possible but wanted the pretty locket anyway.

 

‘How much would you want?’ She enquired.

 

‘Oh too sweet little girlie like you about twenty pounds will be ok.’

 

Alice smiled and handed over the money and then daintily slipped the locket around her neck. Then she stood up and curtsied sweetly to old lady.

 

‘Thank you very much, it’s lovely. Oh and thank you for the tea, it was very refreshing.’

 

‘Not at all luv’ do stop by again wont you.’ The old women said grinning mischievously.

 

* * *

 

Alice spent the rest of her day doing what she was invariably good at, daydreaming her way through lessons. She sat at the back with her eyes shut gently fingering the locket. ‘What could the old women have meant by solve my space problem?’ It all seemed so very implausible to Alice. When the last lesson finally ended she grabbed her bag and headed for the exit. Just as she was about to slip out into the freedom of London, four girls stood in the door, blocking her way.

 

Taken aback she put out her hand and said ‘Hi my names Alice’

 

The girls giggled and then a tall girl stepped forward. She had long black hair that flowed over her impressive chest and down to her slim waist.

 

She shook her hand and said, ‘Yer we know, we’ve been watching you for the last couple of weeks and we think you should come to one of our extra special sleepovers.’

 

Alice was taken aback by this open invitation.

 

Reflecting her shock as all the girls giggled again.

 

‘You still have sleepovers?’ Alice asked tentatively.

 

‘Course silly, they used to fun when we were younger but now we can drink and everything.’

 

Alice thought it over, she hadn’t made any friends since moving to London, this would be a great excuse to finally get to know some people, and maybe have a little fun into the bargain.

 

‘Ok then, can I get your number?’ She asked.

 

The tall girl got out her mobile then lent in close to Alice, effectively looming over the tiny girl.

 

‘My names Chelsea by the way’ she said with a wink. They exchanged numbers then Chelsea said ‘We’re meeting tonight at nine, at my house; I’ll text you the details.’

 

Alice smiled at the three other girls, who giggled again, one of them even blushed, and then she turned to Chelsea.

‘That sounds great I can’t wait!’ She said enthusiastically.

 

‘Nice necklace by the way.’ Chelsea added.

 

Before Alice could respond Chelsea had turned and walked out of the door, the three girls following behind in her wake.

 

* * *

 

Alice had found the invitation a little surprising but was pleased people were at least talking to her now. She was so easy to ignore all small and shy at the back of the class. She soon found herself gently stroking the necklace as she sat on the tube carriage and daydreaming about the sleepover.

 

By the time she got home the house appeared empty. She found a note of the counter top that told her that her father had had to rush off to Munich for an urgent business meeting. The note said Suzie was left in charge until he got back.

 

‘Bloody typical!’ She thought, ‘I’ll have to put up with her ordering me around now for days on end.’

 

She picked up her back and stomped to her room to pack for the sleepover. Turning the knob of her door she realised she had to push against the door to even get it open. The room was so full of boxes and clothes that the door had been jammed. She pushed with all her strength, which agreeably wasn’t much, and eventually managed to push it open. Exhausted and, shutting the door behind her, she picked up one of the bags of clothes.

 

‘If only all this stuff was smaller, like dolls cloths or something then I could just drop then into a draw and be done with it.’ She thought fancifully.

 

Magically just as she though that very thought something extraordinary happened. The bag in her hands began to slowly reduce in size. It wasn’t very noticeable at first but soon Alice realised that the bag was becoming increasingly lighter. She watched, wide eyed in amazement, as the bag dwindled until it was no bigger than the palm of her hand!

 

She gently opened the bag to find a pile of her own cloths in perfect miniature. She gently picked out one of her bras and laid it on her finger tip. Alice couldn’t believe it! One minute she was wishing the cloths smaller and then all of a sudden they were reduced until they were too small for the average Barbie doll.

 

Alice carefully picked up a box of books to try and repeat the process. She wished that the box would become no bigger than the cloths and watched as the exact same thing happened again. The box shrunk until it was gently nestled in her palm and Alice carefully placed it and the bag of cloths into the draw of her bedside cabinet.

 

Alice then attempted to explore the phenomenon further. She pointed to a picture on the wall and said ‘Shrink!’

 

This time however nothing happened. She looked at the picture frustrated and then walked over to it. As her hand reached out and touched the frame it began to dwindle. Reacting quickly Alice realised that she able to control its size. She let the picture shrink a few inches and then watched as it stabilised at a little under its original height. She then attempted to re-grow the picture. This was also successful but Alice found that when she tried to grow the picture beyond it original size she drew a blank.

 

Then Alice then felt a ray of warmth emanating from her chest. She looked down to find the locket glowing as it was nestled in between her breasts. She gently grasped it in her hand and giggled to herself.

 

‘This must be what the old lady meant by solving my storage problems.’ She thought smiling.

 

Alice looked at her watch, it was five O’Clock. She had plenty of time until the sleepover, so she decided to experiment. She began to shrink all the bags of cloths, boxes of book, DVD’s and general possessions that she had brought with her from her old house. She then placed them all in her the draw of her bedside table.

 

Alice looked down at them and giggled, it was funny for her to see all of her worldly possessions reduced to doll size and placed in a draw. She then began to imagine what it would be like to be small enough to ware those doll sized cloths and read those tiny books. As she thought about this she hatched a fiendish plan. She stood on her bed and looked down at the locket.

 

‘Don’t fail me now.’ She said out loud.

 

With that she imagined her self getting smaller, gently shrinking until she was less than half her own size. To her delight she began to slowly dwindle in size. She could feel her whole body tingling as her head was now level with the beds headboard.

 

Still shrinking Alice walked to the end of her bed where she was greeted by a now huge stuffed toy.  It was a bear that her Dad had won for her at the fair. At Alice’s reduced state she was exactly eye level to the huge toy,

 

‘This must make me a little over two feet tall.’ Alice thought to herself.

 

She kissed the bear sweetly on its nose and with a smile on her face sat down on one of his huge paws. She looked at the locket still glowing in her hands, it too had reduced to match her current size and was gently cooling as the shrinking abated. 

 

With her shrinking on hold for the moment Alice began to explore the rest of her room. Everything loomed above her. She was now able to walk underneath her desk and could only reach up to the third draw of her chest of draws! Turning she saw the door handle just out of reach.

 

‘I can forget about using that with out the help of a chair, or some teeny tiny stilts.’ She thought, smiling to herself.

 

Alice then saw something which made her freeze with excitement. It was one of her bras, a blue lacy contraption, hanging off the bedpost. She walked over to it and marvelled at how big it was compared to her now miniscule breasts. When she had been full sized her breasts had been an impressive pert C-Cup but now they were dwarfed by this huge bra. She held it up to her chest and found that she could get both breasts into one cup with room to spare, this amazed and excited Alice at the same time.

 

Alice was in a wonderland, she found the idea of being small thrilling. There was something almost forbidden about being shrunk, she felt so vulnerable but alive at the same time, it was as if her mind wouldn’t allow her to be in such a vulnerable position, so defying this instincts made her mind race with rebellious excitement.

 

Alice climbed back onto her bed and laid there amongst her huge pillows and cuddly toys. Before she realised it she found herself drifting off into a warm contented sleep when, suddenly, and without warning, she found that her hand was inside her panties.

 

She began to slowly massage her clitoris with her left hand while massaging her nipple with the right. She couldn’t get the image of the giant bra out of her head. Alice had only ever had mild lesbian tendencies growing up. Once or twice she had masturbated at the thought of sex with another woman but had never taken it any further. This however was something entirely different. The thought of a huge pair of breasts, as big as those that would fit her now huge bra, smothering her was getting her very hot indeed, when suddenly another hot idea jumped into her brain.

 

She stood up and slowly undressed, unravelling her hair from its long blond pigtails and letting it cascade over her ample little cleavage. She removed her t-shirt and jeans and then her little shrunken bra, leaving her naked but for a pair of tiny red lace panties. She then climbed up onto her chest of draws and with considerable effort pried open the top draw. Sweating and panting the little explorer found what she was looking for. Wrapped up in on of her old t-shirts was a small slim black object. It had a dial on the side witch selected one of three different settings. Hungrily the little vixen snatched up the vibrator and jumped back down onto the bed.

 

Laying on one of her silky pillow, the big vibrator clamped between her tiny thighs, Alice flicked the vibrator speed setting to 1. She squealed as the huge black object began to shake under her. Alice was enjoying the sensations of this black jackhammer deeply but wanted more! She flicked the vibrator setting to 2 and felt herself shake like her loins were undergoing a small eruption. She could feel the bulge of the vibrator as it as it shook against her panties and it was driving her wild. Carefully she positioned herself so that the vibrator was flat against the bed and she sat on it as she removed her panties. The feelings in between her thighs were almost unbearable forcing her to clamp her legs around the vibrator.

 

Then, as she was nearing climax, Alice flicked the vibrator to its third and final setting. She didn’t have to wait long for results. The vibrator was now so wild it took all of her efforts to contain it. Her climax was short and swift, as unable to hold the vibrator any longer, she let go bringing forth waves of orgasmic pleasure that washed over her like the tides of a tiny sea.

 

When Alice finally awoke from her post orgasmic slumber it was to the sight of the still rampant vibrator slip down the side of the bed, humming like a wounded animal in the dark of the beds underside.

 

‘Damn!’ thought Alice ‘How am I meant to get that back now?’

 

Just as she was pondering possible retrieval strategies she heard a thundering knock at the door.

 

‘Er...Who is it?’ Alice shouted at the top of her voice.

 

‘Its Suzie, who do you think!’ Came the booming reply.

 

‘Well...er...just a minute.’ Alice squeaked back. Her voice had become very high since the shrinking she realised, rather embarrassed.  

 

‘You need to come and do the washing up. What happened to you voice? Are messing me about?’ Suzie said as she began to open the door.

‘NO WAIT! Don’t open the door!’ Alice yelled.

 

Suzie froze with her hand on the door.

 

‘Hold on what that buzzing sound? Alice, are you masturbating in there?’ Suzie said, sounding disgusted.

 

‘Er... No.’ Alice replied desperately trying to re-grow herself. She couldn’t concentrate on her size with this huge distraction banging at her door.

 

‘You are! And I think it’s gross. No wonder you’re so quiet all the time, ‘cos that’s all you’re thinking about! Anyway I want you in here in two minutes to wash up, I’m not doing it and Dad left me in charge! Don’t forget!’

 

With that Alice heard her sister turn and storm off down the hall.   

 

Alice slowly got down from the bed. She could still here the vibrator purring in the dark depths of the beds underside.

 

‘I’m just a little to big to walk under there comfortably.’ Alice thought to herself.

 

Suddenly the warm tingling returned and she realised she was shrinking again. This time she stopped the process she hadn’t started when she was just a little bigger than the average Barbie doll.

 

With a nervous giggle she delved into the dark cave under her bed. It didn’t take long for the naked little teen to discover the now huge vibrator behind an old crisp packet and a long since discarded pair of underwear.

 

‘Ah that’s were these went!’ Alice thought to herself as she held the once dainty panties against her body.

She marvelled at the panties, easily as tall as she was ‘These would make an excellent sarong if cloths were at a premium’ she thought.

 

Then, with considerable effort, Alice managed to turn off the rogue vibrator, and with her hands on it black surface and one on the white panties, she began to shrink then to a more manageable scale.

 

Once the panties were her own size she slipped them on over her still sore sex and then looked down at the once mighty black menace. ‘I bet Barbie never had one of these!’ She said, giggling to herself.

 

With that Alice turned and carefully navigated her way through her junk back towards the light of her bedroom floor. Once there she began to grow back to her original height.

 

Alice felt a pang of regret as the world around her began to shrink back to its original size. In no time at all she was back to her original petite high of just four foot eleven and stood, almost naked in her cramped bedroom. Alice then quickly dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans and a little woolly v-neck sweater, which showed off her impressive cleavage, and said wickedly ‘I think its time big old Suzie got a taste of what it’s like to be tiny.’

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