The woman led Katy to a seat and measured her height and weight, also asking how tall Sara was.

"Oh, um...about 3 and a half feet."

Dr. Davis nodded, leading Katy to a chair. The Doctor then walked toward a terminal and entered some details, making some quick calculations. She punched a code into the biohazard cabinet and rummaged around a few moments before selecting a vial. She picked out and assembled a syringe, inserting the needle and drawing out a very specific amount of liquid.

"In which arm would you like your injection?"

Katy indicated her left. Dr. Davis swabbed her arm with an alcohol wipe before jabbing the needle into her skin. Katy winced, but it was all over quickly, as the Doctor pressed cotton to the location.

"No bandage because...well...you're just going to shrink out of it anyway," she said with a chuckle.

She helped Katy up and lead her to the door near the back.

"In this next room, you'll find things to change into. In future sessions, you can bring your own."

She winked at Katy. "Don't worry...they're clean, I assure you."

She handed a small, two-paged pamphlet titled "Your Playdate" to Katy and typed in the code. The door clicked open.

"I'll be monitoring you from this side," Dr. Davis added. "Don't worry...I'll only intervene if I feel the situation is somehow dangerous. Just read the pamphlet and focus on having fun."

She winked at Katy as she stepped through the door.

"Oh…and it might help if you can try to think like a four-year-old."

With that, the Doctor closed the door, leaving Katy alone. Katy peered around the stark white room she was in. There was another door labelled "Playroom", a full length mirror mounted to the wall and chairs of varying shapes and sizes. There was also a large chest, as well as a low table against the wall above which hung a sign that said "Clothes" with an arrow pointing toward the table.

Katy slowly stepped toward the middle of the room, perusing the pamphlet. It was filled with rules for play, as well as tips and advice. How a parent should be prepared to set aside any authority they hold and mentally prepare to be treated as an equal. How asserting the parent relationship at this size can be confusing to the child and lead to lashing out. There was also an explanation as to the shrinking process, and how an adult's proportionate weight is often far less than a child's, so confrontation should be avoided.

She had almost finished when the tingles began. It started as a weak sensation in her fingertips, but rapidly spread through her limbs. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach and she felt heat in her chest. It wasn't until she felt the paper in her hand shift ever so slightly that her eyes went wide.

It happened so subtly that she wasn't even sure if believed it. She felt the paper shift in her hand, and noticed that it looked...bigger? There was no other word for it.

Her observations were soon confirmed as she felt her clothes shift, her short sleeves now touching lower on her arms and her capris feeling suddenly a bit looser. As she looked down at her waist, she could swear that she saw her pants expand ever so slightly before her very eyes, the previously tight garment sagging on her hips. Taking a step forward, she felt her foot move awkwardly against her loose fitting shoe. This was all the confirmation she needed.

"Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed. She peered around the room, deciding to move toward the mirror, the tingles strengthening. Halfway there, her left foot lifted freely out of her shoe, and by the time she was standing before the polished glass, her right had followed.

She stared at her reflection, smirking at the woman in the ill-fitting clothing. She was definitely too small for her outfit, beginning to look more like a child playing dress-up than a sharp, professional adult. She smirked at the thought, remembering where she was and what she was here to do. The changes were plain to see, and she watched as her shirt seemed to blow up over her shrinking shoulders, sagging, her bra straps exposed. It wasn’t long before her pants became too large, abandoning her hips for the floor, her light pink panties following soon after. By now, her shirt was hanging low, long enough to be a dress. Her bra bunched up, and she reached behind to undo the clasp, pulling up the material of the heavier shirt as she did. She pulled the straps down over her arms and dropped the black cups to the floor.

Her body continued to dwindle for about another minute, her shirt-dress getting larger and climbing down her legs, covering her knees. Soon, the changes slowed, eventually stopping altogether, and she figured she had likely reached the target height. Pulling off the gigantic shirt, she observed her new, shrunken form. Without her clothing, against the stark white room, there wasn’t much other reference for her to tell how small she was. Turning around, though, she could see her shirt and pants on the floor. She walked toward the chest, pausing a moment to place her foot into her pump, marvelling at how much bigger her shoe was now. There was no doubt about it...she was shrunk. Shrunk small...as small as her daughter.

Katy blushed and hurried to the chest, opening it. She marvelled at how light she was on her feet now, but grunted at the effort it took her to lift the lid. Inside was a panoply of different clothing, from dresses to shirts to shorts to pants...all about her size...and all adorable. There were princess dresses, pony shirts, unicorn pants, bear, bunny and puppy prints…and she couldn’t help but squeal in excitement, her voice sounding comically higher to her ears.

Rummaging through, she eventually pulled out a small pink dress with white frills at the bottom. It was just so adorable and cute...and just her size! She lifted it up over her head, wiggling into the clothing and straightening the shoulder straps. She also spied a long pair of white socks with a pink bow print. She lifted the socks, giggling at how adorable they were, and slowly pulled on the pair, which stretched up her smaller legs to lie just below the knee. Glancing at the top of the chest, she found an attached mesh which was filled with sealed, pre-packaged undies. She selected a pink pair to match her dress, pulled them from the plastic and slipped into them.

Katy returned to the mirror and gazed into it. She could hardly believe her eyes. She was so...adorable. A shrunken little woman wearing little girl clothes…the overly cute knee-highs completing the ensemble. The only thing missing was a hair ribbon or pig tails! Her face flushed and she giggled nervously. Why was this whole thing so exciting?

She quickly made her way back to her pile of clothes, collecting the large and heavy items and footwear, depositing them on the table as was requested. Clearing her throat, she smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress and made her way over to the other door. There were two handles: one at normal height (and thus eye-level to her), and one lower...even lower than where it should naturally for a person of her current height. Did people sometimes get even smaller? She reached up to the eye-level handle and pulled it down, the door clicking open. Taking a deep breath, she opened it and stepped through to the play area.