One by one, all of Iris's clothes fell off of her shrinking body, as the world around her loomed ever larger. "Good thing it's not that time of the month," she said, her voice getting higher as she dwindled.
Finally, her shrinking slowed, then stopped. Looking at her surroundings, she estimated her new height at six inches tall. "This is going to make going to college difficult," she squeaked. "I wouldn't even be able to see the blackboard from down here."
Then, she heard a low sound, and turned to its source.
High above her tiny form stood Mike the cat. He was looking at her differently than he had before. With a sinking feeling in the pit of her shrunken stomach, she realized that she looked less like a human to Mike, and more like a funny-looking mouse.
And Mike loved to attack mice...
She didn't dare try to make a run for it, as she knew that would trigger his chasing instincts. And she highly doubted that anyone upstairs would hear her small voice if she tried calling for help. With no other options, she buried herself in her oversized garments, hoping that they would at least slow Mike's search for her.
Huddled inside her blouse, she thought at first that her plan was working. Then, she felt Mike's paws playing with her clothes, trying to scare her out of hiding.
Please, God, she thought, let Mom get home soon. Or let one of the others come to see what's taking me so long. I really don't want to be eaten by my own pet cat.
Her prayers were answered, in the form of the basement door opening, and massive feet pounding down the stairs. She heard the giant shoo away the cat, and she saw a hand, bigger than she was, reaching into her blouse. Iris braced herself, wondering who was going to see her naked and tiny.