Your older sister, Natalie, is standing behind you. She lifts her right hand and presses it to your back, shoving you forward suddenly.
Yelping, you fly forward, fully expecting to topple to the floor but something catches and you find yourself clinging to the front of your bra as you shrink out of it. Natalie grabbed the strap of it out of the air, and now watches with a grin as you shrink down to about four inches tall, still holding desperately onto the cup of your bra for dear life.
"Natalie?!" you squeak in surprise. Her brown eyes gaze down at you hungrily, a look which sends a strangely pleasant shiver through your tiny form.
She lifts your bra until you're level with her nose. Her breath is warm and pleasant as she speaks and sends it flowing gently over you.
"Looks like those mail-order witchcraft lessons paid off," she stated happily and lifted her free hand to wrap around you and lift you out of the bra cup.
You yelped once more and hugged her fingers as well as you could. It would be so easy for her to drop you.
"Why did you do this to me?" you whimper.
Natalie cocks her head cutely and drops your bra, cupping you gently in her hands and looking down at you admiringly. "Because I love you, little sis. I love everyone in our family and I want to make all of you guys happy. What's more.."
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