In the years since he'd met Ally Dawson, Austin Moon had accepted that you often had to just roll with things.
Case in point, as he prepared to go home, he found Ally bending over the side of the stage, her legs flailing uselessly. As much as he'd enjoyed the view, he decided it was best to intervene before someone from the outside walked by and saw Ally's position had exposed the bottom of her skirt, flashing her bright pink panties to the world.
Taking but a second to enjoy that sight, Austin leaned down next to her, "Need any help?" he asked, causing the girl to jump.
"Austin." She breathed, one hand on her flustered chest while the other pointed down. "Yeah it's my book, I-"
Austin understood in a moment, leaning forward to see a book caught between the wall and stage. With arms longer than Ally's, he quickly scooped up her prize and, feeling very pleased with himself, handed it to the bibliophile. "There you are."
"Thanks." She smiled, trying to cover up her annoyance at Austin doing in seconds what she'd failed to do for over five minutes.
Ally's annoyance only increased when she got back to her room and noticed that this in fact wasn't the book she thought it was. It was old and dusty and covered in a language she couldn't identity. "Must be one of Mom's African books." She mused. "So... where's my copy of Brave New World?"
She pondered that for a moment before she shrugged it off, deciding that it had to be somewhere on her limited list of frequently visited locations, and decided to see what this book was. She couldn't make out of any of the script but the pictures led her to believe it was some kind of religious tome.
After a few minutes of leafing through the book, she noticed the clock. "Oh is that the time?" As Ally knew too well, the price of a good book was Father Time sneaking up on you. She had to get ready. She just about to discard the book and head to her wardrobe when she noticed an odd picture.
It showed a small stone figure expanding several times in size, charging against an army that sought to attack a village. And the words to do that were just under the picture.
"Huh." Ally smiled mischievously. "I suppose being a few inches taller never hurt anyone. It's good for interviews and would save a lot on high-heeled shoes. Or maybe being six feet tall. Or maybe being 500 feet tall. That would draw more fame to the Music Factory."
As soon as Ally ran her finger, from left to right, along the words, the writing glowed and the pronunciation appeared in her brain as though it was her mother tongue. Speaking it, Ally put the book on her dresser and struck a pose.
She wasn't quite sure how long she had to wait, or what she'd feel, but she was quite certain she shouldn't feel her socks scrunching up beneath her feet. "Wha?." As she bent over to inspect her shoes, she felt herself falling towards the ground, her shirt and jacket combo suddenly very heavy.
"What's happening? I don't like this." She said as she felt her belt loosen and her skirt slide down her body.
"Oh no." Ally squeaked as she realized she'd failed to appreciate that not every language on Earth read left to right. And perhaps saying a growing incantation in reverse led to reverse effects.
It was as these thoughts passed through her head that Ally Dawson disappeared with a pitiful little squeak into the folds of her shirt coming to a rest on the edge of her bra.
"No, no, no." Ally squeaked as she took in her naked body. "Not good, not good." Somewhere in Ally's frantic mind however, the wires managed to connect enough that she realized she simply had to get the book and read the phrase from right to left and she'd be back to normal.
Well lesson learned. No more complaining about being short.
It took Ally about five minutes to get out of her shirt, having gotten her little feet caught in more than one fold before she managed to jump out of the right arm and onto the hardwood floor.
"Okay now where did I-?" She trailed off as her jaw dropped once she took in the sheer size of her dresser. Going by its size, she estimated that she was, at most, an inch tall. "It's up there." She gasped, pale skin loosing even more colour.
"Alright." She chanted to herself as she looked the structure up and down. "You can figure this out. It's just science. Just need to climb four feet and oh... there's my copy of Brave New World." She said, spying it under the dresser.
It was just as Ally had navigated around her gigantic outfit that she heard a rumble. And another. And another. Getting louder and more intense each time, and always getting closer.
Footsteps she realized. Getting very close to her tiny body.
Depending on who it was this could be very good or very bad. Frankly if it wasn't one of the guys, she'd take her chances.
And that came sooner than expected as she felt the door to her room open, sending a great burst of air right up her little buttcrack, and her falling forward.
"ALLY?" A familiar voice called.
Looking up, the shrunken songsmith confirmed her suspicions that it was...
1) Trish. While Ally is initially relieved at seeing her best friend, she quickly panics as the gigantic Latina keeps walking forward, clearly unaware of Ally.
2) Megan Simms, here to interview Ally for Cheetah Beat. Having a reporter's keen eye, Megan quickly spots Ally but the songsmith's more... developed body leads to some uncomfortable prodding.
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