"Sweetie." Alan walks into his daughter's bedroom. "Who's ready for some pancakes?" But he only sees Becca's pajamas in the bed. "Becca?" The man repeats her name and looks under the bed. "Princess? Are you here? This isn't time for a prank." He starts to freak out. "Becca!" He yells, worried.
"Dad, stop yelling. I'm here!" He hears a squeak. "What's wrong with this blanket?" Alan couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing, there was something moving inside his daughter's clothes.
"There." Becca finally gets out but she feels different and a bit too cold. "Good morning, dad." She smiles. "What? Are you okay?"
Alan stumbles and falls on his back. "Me? Talk about yourself!" Both of them were shocked, Becca was small, like the size of a doll.
She realizes she is naked and covers herself. "Dad! What is going on?"
Alan didn't know what to say., but he saw how worried his daughter looked. He knew this wasn't the time to look scared in front of her. "I have no idea, sweetheart. But calm down, okay?" He stands up. "For now, let's hope this is temporary." He extends his hand. "Jump to my hand."
"Where are going, dad?" Becca stares at him.
"To the living room. I need to measure you." He sees Becca's cute small butt. "Becca, don't you have any dolls clothes?"
The shrunken girl shakes her head. "I don't have any left."
"Well, it doesn't matter. Besides you look beautiful." Alan compliments her.
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