The sweater was made of the softest cashmere in the market. In your hands it was practically something made for a little doll, only now did you realize what a feat it was to get on all the clothing so far. Big white buttons traveled up the center matching the color of the material. The length of both sleeves were probably the size of one of your arms combined.
You grabbed the first sleeve and clumsy shoved your right arm in. Unlike the socks and skirt this fabric was not stretchy at all, if you pulled too hard it would undoubtedly snap. Fitting your hand from the first cuff was a challenge in and of itself. You almost celebrated when you managed to get the first sleeve up your arm, it was basically the size of a T-Shirt on your giant arm.
"This is gonna be the hardest part yet..."
The seems of the carefully knitted together cashmere were already straining and groaning. You had to bend your arm in the most uncomfortable position to stick your other arm into the left arm sleeve. After much squirming, you finally fit it in and pulled the sleeve all the way up just like the other one.
"Okay, here we go..." you braced yourself for the tingling.
But you were disappointed to find that no such changes were happening. It wasn't like the socks where you had to put on both for it to work, so what could have been the problem? You looked down at yourself. You looked like you were wearing a white cashmere vest, the buttons making the outfit look clownish.
"Of course...I have to button it up."
Thankfully there were only four of the over sized buttons on the outfit. After holding in your gut to button up the first one, the other were slightly easier. Though you had to hold your breath in the entire time. Once the four one was set and done, you prayed that the changes would begin so you could get some air.
You didn't have to wait long. The tingling traveled from the pitch of your gut to the tips of your fingers. All of the muscles in your upper body were just disappearing, flattening down until it looked like you had been half starved. Then the shrinking started happening again. Both your arms shriveled back into the sleeves as if they were being pulled in. Your line of vision was also going down until you couldn't even see the top of the bed anymore. You had become pint sized.
It wasn't just your size that was becoming girlish, your hands were diminishing and becoming more petite and dainty. Though you were becoming far from the age to have breasts, your chest was becoming more sensitive. And most noticeable was the clearness and softness of your skin, atypical from the ache riddled crevices you usually found all over your body.
When the tingling stopped for the third time, you took a look at yourself in the mirror. You burst into laughter.
On top of a very girlish and tiny body was your big normal head. It was almost like something out of the "Big Head Mode" in Goldeneye from your N64 days. Though humorous, you now had a problem. You needed to get something that would change your giant head to your sister's.
Would you risk going into your sister's room like this?
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