Standing tall with his head well above the level of the desk, he glanced downward and wondered if he could catch a glimpse of her before she put on the doll's dress.
His daze was broken when she cleared her throat. She hung one arm over the front cover of his scientific text book she was using as a changing screen. “Naughty boy,” she said, raising a hand and waving her index finger at him. “No peeking.”
As he turned around she smirked, flattered that, even at her diminishing size, he still wanted to look at her naked body.
Tags: Shrunken Woman, doll clothing
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Story by Scidram |
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Artwork by SednaStudio-Kaka |
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