Your eyes shot open. That's not good! Ally, obviously thinking the same thing, quickly pulls away from the wall. This has the unintended effect of dropping you several feet onto your ass. Ally and Stacy gasp and rush to check on you, Ally apologizing profusely. Lacy just smirks at what she considers karma. You are temporarily too stunned to respond, not so much from the fall as the vast expanse of cleavage filling your vision, specifically Ally's naked tits. But you quickly shake it off and get to your feet.
"I'm fine, but I have to get to the arena," you respond with determination. You don't know how much of a fight you can put up at your current size, but if you don't make it on time than it won't matter. You'll have lost your chance to be a wrestler and any chance of getting your height back in one fell swoop. And just when things were looking up too!
"Well then, let's go!" Stacy grabs your arm, dragging you along towards the door. You dig your feet into the floor and your arm stretches about a foot before the brunette realizes you have stopped.
"Stacy, look at me," you gesture to your nude form, long past the point of embarrassment with these girls. A whole arena of people, however, would be another story entirely. "I can't go on in nothing but my birthday suit. Did either of you bring my trunks?"
Stacy blushes at not having thought of that. Lacy just snickers at your predicament. "Sorry Tommy, but even if we did, those wouldn't do you any good."
You glare at the redhead, but begrudgingly admit she is probably right. At your current size your wrestling trunks would never fit around your waist. You all stand there in thought, trying to come up with some way for you to wrestle without walking out naked. After a few moments of frustrated silence, Ally suddenly perks up.
"Hey! I just had a great idea!" The blonde makes for the locker room, motioning for you to follow. You and the members of her troupe quickly follow behind. She stops at her locker, a mischievous smile on her face. After searching through it for a bit, during which time your eyes remain locked to her jiggling booty, she exclaims and wheels around, making her whole body, especially her enormous melons sway violently. "AHA! Check it out!"
In her hands is a purple and pink, toddler sized cheerleader's uniform. Plastered across the front in large letters is the word 'Princess', and on the seat of the bottoms is a large silver crown. Both her teammates squeal at how apparently cute it is, but all you can do is look on it with horror. "You have got to be kidding me..."
Far too excited and proud of herself to hear your comment, Ally cheerfully explains. "Great, right? My niece turns 3 next week and my sister says her favorite thing in the world is to watch our routines. So for her birthday I had her own personal uniform made!"
"Awww..." Stacy and Lacy both coo at the story. You aren't as enthusiastic though.
"Ally, come on! It's going to be hard enough to be taken seriously as it is when I'm this small! What is everyone going to think of me if I come out in that?!"
Ally's cheeks puff out in frustration that you didn't immediately love her idea. Still she perseveres. "Look, I know this might not be your first choice, but it can work! Obviously you don't have to wear the top so you won't go out saying 'princess', and I can't do anything about the skirt, cause it's attached to the bottoms, but it's better than nothing right? Besides, I had this custom made for my niece but I'm offering it to you instead. I'd like to think you would appreciate that..."
The pout on her face nearly breaks your heart. You look again at the costume then back at Ally, but before you can answer, Lacy chimes in. "Face it 'Princess', it's either this, or we wrap you in a towel and hope for the best. What's it going to be?"
"I'm fine, but I have to get to the arena," you respond with determination. You don't know how much of a fight you can put up at your current size, but if you don't make it on time than it won't matter. You'll have lost your chance to be a wrestler and any chance of getting your height back in one fell swoop. And just when things were looking up too!
"Well then, let's go!" Stacy grabs your arm, dragging you along towards the door. You dig your feet into the floor and your arm stretches about a foot before the brunette realizes you have stopped.
"Stacy, look at me," you gesture to your nude form, long past the point of embarrassment with these girls. A whole arena of people, however, would be another story entirely. "I can't go on in nothing but my birthday suit. Did either of you bring my trunks?"
Stacy blushes at not having thought of that. Lacy just snickers at your predicament. "Sorry Tommy, but even if we did, those wouldn't do you any good."
You glare at the redhead, but begrudgingly admit she is probably right. At your current size your wrestling trunks would never fit around your waist. You all stand there in thought, trying to come up with some way for you to wrestle without walking out naked. After a few moments of frustrated silence, Ally suddenly perks up.
"Hey! I just had a great idea!" The blonde makes for the locker room, motioning for you to follow. You and the members of her troupe quickly follow behind. She stops at her locker, a mischievous smile on her face. After searching through it for a bit, during which time your eyes remain locked to her jiggling booty, she exclaims and wheels around, making her whole body, especially her enormous melons sway violently. "AHA! Check it out!"
In her hands is a purple and pink, toddler sized cheerleader's uniform. Plastered across the front in large letters is the word 'Princess', and on the seat of the bottoms is a large silver crown. Both her teammates squeal at how apparently cute it is, but all you can do is look on it with horror. "You have got to be kidding me..."
Far too excited and proud of herself to hear your comment, Ally cheerfully explains. "Great, right? My niece turns 3 next week and my sister says her favorite thing in the world is to watch our routines. So for her birthday I had her own personal uniform made!"
"Awww..." Stacy and Lacy both coo at the story. You aren't as enthusiastic though.
"Ally, come on! It's going to be hard enough to be taken seriously as it is when I'm this small! What is everyone going to think of me if I come out in that?!"
Ally's cheeks puff out in frustration that you didn't immediately love her idea. Still she perseveres. "Look, I know this might not be your first choice, but it can work! Obviously you don't have to wear the top so you won't go out saying 'princess', and I can't do anything about the skirt, cause it's attached to the bottoms, but it's better than nothing right? Besides, I had this custom made for my niece but I'm offering it to you instead. I'd like to think you would appreciate that..."
The pout on her face nearly breaks your heart. You look again at the costume then back at Ally, but before you can answer, Lacy chimes in. "Face it 'Princess', it's either this, or we wrap you in a towel and hope for the best. What's it going to be?"
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May 31, 2023
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