Sincerely Sorry
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 17
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copier
· original author:
vayewe
Becky was, even "in-charge" seemingly very apprehensive as she took you to her bedroom. You heard a snoring Quinn as you passed by - then you were climbing the steps in Becky's hand. Being so tiny, you could feel every quake in her hand; while she wasn't shaking enough to throw you out of her hand, you could tell she had a rather nervous tremor. Turning to face her (and reminding yourself where your eyes are), you try to tell her one word.
"Relax."
Becky hadn't seemed prepared for you to speak. Smiling, she nods, kissing you once again as you cross into her bedroom. The sunlight allows you to see the blood-stain which ever so slightly still stains the floor outside the bedroom. It makes you shudder a bit.
But as Becky shuts the door to the bedroom, another sight makes you shudder even more than that. Her rather bare-bones bedroom (which you remember from you previous circumstances) has piles of clothing split in half. One, rather haphazardly thrown together. It's cute, on some level. It's like Quinn's room. But then, randomly, an odd assortment of clothes are neatly folded next to the messy assembly of dozens of outfits. There's no common theme - old gym socks, basketball shorts, thongs, bras, a headband, a few pairs of pants, even a pair of ragged looking jeans. You begin to wonder, before a light bulb goes off...
"Are those..." You ask, your heart beginning to race. Becky, now sitting on her bed, had stopped having tremors in her hand. You replace her's with your own.
All those different outfits could be either partially or fully Tinies. Becky's sigh makes you realize your thought process was right.
"I hadn't hoped you would bring it up right away, but yes, those are what you think." She allows you to roam free on the bed, laying down next to. She turns, her breasts almost falling out of the top as she converses.
"H-have you been using them?" You ask, flicking between looking at them and her. Dread begins to set a bit in your heart. Again, alone with beautiful Becky.
She sheepishly shakes her head. "Never! Well, not after you saved my life. I...that's why they are folded up over there. That's every Tiny I've ever turned into clothing in one area. I figured it was only right to save their life in turn."
You nod, feeling a bit consoled. Becky, as if unsure how to proceed, gives you the mantle.
"What should I do? Some of these tinies...they..." Becky seems to be reliving a dark moment for a second. "They haven't been free of my body in a decade or more. Those socks, they were my favorite pair for about 15 years. Very durable."
Becky catches herself as you go wide-eyed. All this is a lot to process.
"I didn't mean it like that! Th-they...I just spoke to some contacts, and some were concerned about their mental state when they get freed." She seems to look at you for guidance.
You speak up.
"Relax."
Becky hadn't seemed prepared for you to speak. Smiling, she nods, kissing you once again as you cross into her bedroom. The sunlight allows you to see the blood-stain which ever so slightly still stains the floor outside the bedroom. It makes you shudder a bit.
But as Becky shuts the door to the bedroom, another sight makes you shudder even more than that. Her rather bare-bones bedroom (which you remember from you previous circumstances) has piles of clothing split in half. One, rather haphazardly thrown together. It's cute, on some level. It's like Quinn's room. But then, randomly, an odd assortment of clothes are neatly folded next to the messy assembly of dozens of outfits. There's no common theme - old gym socks, basketball shorts, thongs, bras, a headband, a few pairs of pants, even a pair of ragged looking jeans. You begin to wonder, before a light bulb goes off...
"Are those..." You ask, your heart beginning to race. Becky, now sitting on her bed, had stopped having tremors in her hand. You replace her's with your own.
All those different outfits could be either partially or fully Tinies. Becky's sigh makes you realize your thought process was right.
"I hadn't hoped you would bring it up right away, but yes, those are what you think." She allows you to roam free on the bed, laying down next to. She turns, her breasts almost falling out of the top as she converses.
"H-have you been using them?" You ask, flicking between looking at them and her. Dread begins to set a bit in your heart. Again, alone with beautiful Becky.
She sheepishly shakes her head. "Never! Well, not after you saved my life. I...that's why they are folded up over there. That's every Tiny I've ever turned into clothing in one area. I figured it was only right to save their life in turn."
You nod, feeling a bit consoled. Becky, as if unsure how to proceed, gives you the mantle.
"What should I do? Some of these tinies...they..." Becky seems to be reliving a dark moment for a second. "They haven't been free of my body in a decade or more. Those socks, they were my favorite pair for about 15 years. Very durable."
Becky catches herself as you go wide-eyed. All this is a lot to process.
"I didn't mean it like that! Th-they...I just spoke to some contacts, and some were concerned about their mental state when they get freed." She seems to look at you for guidance.
You speak up.
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