"I've got to research this further", thought Lucie as she placed a cork on top the container that held her formula. Lucie soon arrived back at her apartment that she shared with Crissy. As she arrived at the apartment, she saw a note on the kitchen counter that read "Lucie - I'll be home soon...my parents will be visiting tomorrow. I would love it if you would help me clean up...thanks!"
Lucie grimaced as she looked around the apartment. Vacuuming needed to be done and dishes needed to be washed. She looked down at her vial of formula she had in her hand. "Maybe if I just test it out before Crissy gets back, I can see if I can make it work again..." she thought. With determination, Lucie went out onto the patio deck where she kept her potted plants and brought one inside, accidentally spilling a bit of dirt onto the carpet. "Oh well, we're going to vacuum later, anyway" said Lucie as she set the plant down on the kitchen counter. "Now, for some formula..."
Lucie tried to open the cork, but it was stuck! She began pulling on it with all her might. After pulling on the cork for a few seconds, the vial popped open and spilled all over Lucie!
"No!" she screamed, trying to recover what precious little bit of the formula was left in the vial. Lucie frowned as she looked down at herself, all covered in growth inhibiting formula. Placing what was left of the formula on the counter, Lucie went into her room to change clothes. As she took off her shirt, Lucie began to feel a little lightheaded. As she reached around to undo her bra strap, she felt like she could barely breathe! The room started spinning and Lucie fell down on the floor next to her bed, nearly blacking out.
A few minutes later, Lucie opened her eyes. Everything looked hazy but she felt warm, as if she were under a very large, comforting blanket. She blinked to try to gain consciousness of what had happened and where she was. She looked around the room. Something didn't feel right. She felt a breeze across her chest as she kicked her legs under the blanket. She looked down and sat up with a start. What happened to her clothes? She looked down at the blanket she had been laying in...it was her own jeans!
Shaking, Lucie got up. "Th...this is impossible" she thought to herself, trying to fight a constant feeling of dizziness. Lucie began to panic. "This can't be happening...this can't be happening..." she chanted to herself as she curled her naked body up in her giant pair of jeans.
Just then, Lucie heard the door to the apartment open. "Hey Lucie? Lucie? I'm back and...we REALLY got to clean up, like now." Lucie felt her heart pounding in her chest as she hid in her jeans. "Lucie?" Crissy's booming voice got louder and louder as she walked into Lucie's room. "I guess you're not home..." Crissy sighed as she muttered to herself as she turned around and walked back to the living room.
Nervous and shaking, Lucie knew she had to get Crissy's attention. Lucie knew she had to be quick as she began searching for something...anything to wear. She found an old kleenex under the bed and fashioned herself a sort of tissue toga.
Now dressed (sort of), Lucie set out on her long hike to the living room. As she approached the doorway of her bedroom, Lucie looked down the hallway. The living room had never looked so far away as she began the long hike. As she walked, her toga occasionally would slip. Given that there was no stitching holding it together, it was the only thing standing between her modesty and streaking across her apartment. Every few steps, Lucie adjusted it and then re-adjusted it.
Once Lucie was halfway down the hallway, she heard the sound of a closet opening and then closing. Her heart began to pound. What was going on? Why had Crissy gone into the closet? Lucie's heart began to pound as she heard the unmistakable sound of the vacuum cleaner being turned on. Being at the size she was, Lucie would have no chance against the vacuum!