"We've kept a lid on it...and even if it did leak out...you think any of the national news outlets would believe this. No scars, no evidence...resizing yoga pants..." she commented. "I am seeing it, and I don't believe it."
Lydia returned, wearing a very loose skirt. It was then they both noticed another clue.
"Lydia, how tall are you?" Ruby Grant asked her.
"Five six. You measured yesterday."
The doctor frowned. She was also five feet six inches tall. But she was looking down at Lydia. "Oh, yes...I forgot. This has been a rather long 24 hours for all of us. We've been rushing the labwork."
"So, you think you might have an idea on how to fix this?"
Dr. Michaels paused. "I think we had best get all of the facts in before trying to form a plan. After all, at the moment, you are...if inconvenienced, perfectly healthy. "
"My clothes are magically shrinking on me. I had to call you for help...what if that happens again tomorrow?" She said. She didn't mention eating Buster's dog food...this whole thing was embarrassing enough.
"There's no such thing as magic...magic is just how we explain science we don't understand yet," he said. "I know you are having a hard time, but...we are just saying we need more time. At least a week."
"What about my job? I can't keep calling out sick."
"Well, I think...if you wanted to go on medical leave..," Dr. Fletcher said. "No one would blame you for that. But there are others who are in similar situations to you, as you know. The children at school, for example?"
"I'm not going out on leave...but what if I wake up tomorrow and I have nothing to wear?"
"I see what you mean..you are the only one of the affected who is living alone. Maybe we should find someone to stay with you, or somewhere for you to stay. You and Buster."
"Like who?"
"I haven't given it much thought yet, but do you have anyone in mind?"
Lydia thought about it.
