Joanna tried to block the sun from her eyes as soon as she raised her hand she realized something was wrong... it wasn't her hand... it was pale and polished with exaggerated red nails and a shockingly huge diamond resting the ring finger.
Joanna sat bolt upright and tried to throw her covers off, but the blankets were too heavy for her minuscule size. She was perhaps a foot tall, the pillow her head was resting on would have made an excellent mattress.
The tattered remains of a blue checked skirt slid from her thighs as Joanna dug herself out from under the giant comforter. In shocked amazement she examined the changes to her body.
A arrogant ruby penis poked from a neatly shaved sheath. Neatly trimmed blond pubic hair bordered the web holding the precone next to her body. Her legs were scrawny adolescent affairs, with light blue sneakers and ankle socks. Her once bountiful breasts has been reduced to adolescent swellings, hardly visible under the blue checked shirt.
Carefully crawling down the edge of her blankets and onto the floor she dragged a compact out of her purse and prying the shield sized mirror open she looked at herself. It was still her face (at least in shape), but now she had platinum blond hair.
