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What I Do Essay

From: emailprotected (sally reynolds)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Slumber Party (f/f, mast., shrinking)
Date: 23 Mar 1996 01:08:07 GMT
Organization: Dolls Inc.


c 1996 – Sally Reynolds – All Rights Reserved.

This story may not be posted in any area that is not intended
strictly for adult access only. It may not be archived without
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(As this first chapter is a rework of a fragment by an
annonymous author ownership may be questionable. But
please keep it out of the reach of children and don’t sell it
cause it’s not yours.)
WARNING: This story deals with ADULT THEMES. It is not intended
for anyone under the age of 18. The story deals with sex between
tiny and normal sized individuals, somewhat nonconscensual sex,
lesbian sex, lesbian sex between individuals of vastly different
sizes, light bondage, female masturbation and all those things
which make life worth living.. If you do not enjoy stories of
this nature then please stop now. If you think Newt or Rush are
cool then please stop reading now. If you are underage or not
permitted material which deals with the topics discribed above
you should have already stopped so get out of here already!
slumber party
Susan was brilliant and beautiful. She didn’t get too many dates
though, because when you’re 6′ 1″ you tend to intimidate men or
attract weirdos. She joined Gamma Delta Phi to get some companionship
and maybe meet a decent guy. Susan was always mixing up drinks
that nobody ever thought would be good, but they turned out great.

She also managed to add some secret ingredient that would almost
eliminate hangovers.


She met Jim at a frat bash one night. He was cute, witty, and
actually talked to her like a real person, not something out of
a sideshow. She wanted him. Bad. Everything seemed like it
would be great, but nothing ever really came of it. A few “Hi’s”
on campus and a few more parties, but nothing more.


Andrea was one of the most popular girls in the sorority. She
was certainly one of the prettiest, 5′ 8″ tall and had even done
some modeling for extra cash. She considered herself quite an
expert on beauty and was very obsessed with her own. Late one
night, when they were all sitting around sipping sherry, Andrea
blurted out that she thought Sue was very pretty, but just too
tall for most men. Susan disappeared into her room. They still
saw her every so often, but Susan always said her chemistry classes
were getting harder, and she had to spend more time in the lab.

What they didn’t know at the time was that she was doing some
extracurricular work of a personal nature.


Susan had taken it as her personal crusade to actually shrink
herself down to a respectable 5′ 6″. She spent day and night
for the rest of the fall semester working on it. Finally, in
the middle of Christmas break, she got it to work. She shrank
a mouse by 10%. This was exactly what she needed. But she was
still too frightened to try it herself.


Spring semester started and all of the girls were back in the
house. Things seemed better with Susan, she was going to parties
again, going out, and having a little fun anyway. A small bottle
of chemicals sat on her shelf. Then came “Ladies Night Out!”
The girls all had a great time, Susan didn’t go, she had some
important work to do in the lab but her roommate Cheryl did.
Cheryl was always fun and a bit of a practical joker. After hitting
six or seven bars and hitting on over ten guys, she was at the
top of her form. After getting back to the house, she ran upstairs
to get those old “Scruples” cards that are always so amusing when
everyone was drunk. On the way out, she noticed a small nondescript
bottle on Susan’s shelf. “Wow, Sue mixed up a new batch!!”
Downstairs and several screwdrivers later the party began to wind
down, several of the girls were going to bed. Andrea said she
was probably going to skip class in the morning because she was
expecting a monster hangover. Too bad about that review session
for midterms…”Wait a minute,” said Cheryl, “I almost forgot
about Susan’s stuff!!” She reached into her pocket and pulled
out the unmarked bottle. “Here. Put this in some OJ and you’ll
feel fine tomorrow.”
She poured some juice into a relatively clean glass, and added
some of the chemicals. “Maybe we should use

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From: emailprotected (sally reynolds)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Slumber Party (f/f, mast., shrinking)
Date: 23 Mar 1996 01:08:07 GMT
Organization: Dolls Inc.
c 1996 - Sally Reynolds - All Rights Reserved.This story may not be posted in any area that is not intended
strictly for adult access only. It may not be archived without
the written con
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