Authors note: I’m back, apologies for my absence, but life, time, and a poor mental health have kept me from writing. I’m going to try and get more if this done going forward, but The Guest has done some fantastic work on this story already, so check that out!
“Nononono!” Lydia muttered as she ran to her bedroom and started pulling clothes out from her wardrobe. Everything that she wore on her lower half had shrunk, jeans, skirts, leggings, even the tights in her underwear drawer had seemingly shrunk. They definitely wouldn’t fit her now, a toddler maybe, or…
“Buster! C’mere boy!” She called as she sank to the floor amidst the pile of clothes. Within seconds he was plodding through the door and came over and sat next to her, his tail wagging through the hole in his panties. He surveyed the chaos of clothing around them and looked up at her expectantly.
“Might as well take your pick boy” Lydia sighed, “I’ve no doubt they’ll fit you perfectly” she added. Buster immediately started sniffing through the piles then gently grabbed a pair of white cotton panties that fallen out with the tights, and some yoga pants in his mouth. He trotted over and placed them on floor before looking up at her again.
“Exactly what I would have picked” she sighed again “come on then, let’s get you dressed” she added resignedly. She removed the panties he was wearing from yesterday, and slid on the new pair, followed by the yoga pants, which now fit him like a glove, including the new hole for his tail. It was a strange sight to see, a full grown woman naked from the waist down, kneeling next to a collie in tight fighting bottoms, if you looked you could even make out the pantie-line. Lydia groaned as she stood up.
“I can’t go to work like this” she muttered, “I’ll need to call someone to go buy me something in my size” she added. She grabbed her phone and called the school, informing them that she would make it in today, then started scrolling through her contacts for someone she could trust to do her some shopping. The trouble was she hadn’t really told anyone about what had happened, and planned on keeping it that way until she was back to normal.
‘Andrews?’ She thought to herself, ‘he’s in a similar boat to me… no, I don’t want that perv seeing me half naked’ she continued scrolling before admitting defeat and throwing her phone on the bed.
“Fuck!” She yelled, “what am I supposed to do?” It was then she spied something on the dresser. A small card that Dr Michaels had g given to her before she left yesterday. He had told her to call if anything else happened. He’d understand, maybe she could ask him to come by and pick some stuff up on the way?
“What else can I do?” She said to Buster as she grabbed the card and dialled in the number.
