The cotton threads that makes up Isabelle's panties are getting bigger and bigger. You try to get Isabelle's attention again before you shrink too much. However, your attempts have proven fruitless as Isabelle does not even notice your next few attempts of contacting her. In fact her mind is distract about you and the ceremony.
"I know the mayor has been busy for these last few months, but I do wish he could spend sometime to relax. After the ceremony, i should try to convince him to take a vacation." Isabelle is wondering where you at, when ironically you're much closer than she thinks.
After a minute of shrinking, the thread went from being small string for you to grab on to almost being rope to you. You prey the shrinking would stop, but the shrinking has not stop. You fear how small you will be before it finally stops.
After ten minutes, you shrunk from two inches tall to the size of...
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