Miracole (Patreon)

Shocks of red hair fanned out in a wide arc as she twirled, Mira’s hands sliding from the back of her scalp down along the front of the little sailor suit she’s holding against her chest. The pink light of her streaming room diffusing across the top of her bare back. She was looking at her reflection in the mirror resting against the wall. Nicole beamed, silently leaning against the jamb of the door. 

“Wow…” Mira’s soft little voice lilts through the room. 

The larger woman smiles as Mira obliviously admires herself in the reflection. Stepping in, Nicole closes the door. “Is it everything you hoped?” She says, the latch of the office clicking closed. 

Jumping, Mira squeaks in surprise. Clutching the outfit against her bare form. “Nicole! What’s… you knew this would happen?” 

“Uh huh, happy anniversary sweetie.”  Nicole cooed, stepping up to the now tiny woman. Mira’s phone was still on, the text message Nicole had sent her now tiny lover still on the lit screen. A prism of greens and blues marked the smear where Mira had tapped the attachment, narrowing as her dwindling finger slipped off the case. “I hope you like your present.”

“What!? You shrank me! I’m supposed to stream tonight, is this going to wear off?”

“Technically, you shrank yourself.” Nicole purred, dropping to the floor. “And no it won’t, but it CAN be undone.” 

Mira huffed, the dress rumpling against her bust. “This isn’t remotely funny Nicole. You have no idea what this feels like.”

“Arousing I’m guessing.”

Mira’s cheeks flared red, even in the pink light of the room. “I… I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.” Nicole purred. “I know your Deviant Art account, and frankly, all of your streaming branding seems to indicate otherwise…Mini-Mira-Star.” 

Mira’s lips pulled into a tight pout, looking up at Nicole. Stretching out her legs, Nicole pressed the soles of her feet together, encircling her petite lover. “Really, what did you hope to achieve with that username? Were you trying to confuse people by pretending no one would be dumb enough to use such a similar name for a fetish account?”

Mira’s tiny frame turned away, the light from her monitor filling her bare back with a mixture of blues and purples. Her body looked like an adorable sunset viewed from orbit. “M-maybe. Look I’m not proud of this but…”

Nicole reached down, patting her girlfriend on her back. “It’s ok honey, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. And tonight…” She slipped her fingers around Mira’s chest, plucking the dress up into her hand. With a flip and a flourish, Nicole stretched out the hem of the dress and rolled it up slightly so that her fingers nearly touched. “…you get a little treat. Arms up sweetheart.” She urged, her voice lowering to a warm rumble.

Mira twirled; her little hands clasped behind her back. Breaking into a wide grin, she lifted her hands up, and stuck out her tongue. “Fine, whatever you say.” Beaming, Nicole slowly lowered the dress, letting Mira snake her arms through the loops before pulling the garment down. Smoothing out the hem, she lifted and fluffed the skirt. “So how do I look?”

“Good enough to eat hon.” Nicole grinned. Resting her hands in front of Mira on the floor, licking her lips playfully. 

Smirking, Mira folded her arms across her chest. “Well, you got to dress your dolly. Why don’t you get more comfortable.”

Grinning, Nicole pulled her top off, before pushing out her chest. Mira’s eyes darted down; Nicole’s tight skirt stretched against her legs. For a moment, Nicole’s thighs pulsed. A tingle of shame and anxiety rolling up her spine as she looked at the beautiful doll between her legs. 

“Lovely…” Mira said softly, sweeping a lock of red hair behind her ear. “And… and you’re sure this is reversible?” 

“One hundred percent.”

Mira smiled, and stepped forward, leaning against the stretched fabric of the skirt. Her eyes locking onto Nicole’s, Mira gave the larger woman a wink. “And what happens if I don’t want to go back?” 

“Time will tell I guess.”

Mira crawled onto the skirt, the thick cloth barely sagging. “Help me cancel my stream for tonight?”

“Just tell me what to do.” Nicole replied as the doll sized woman reached out, resting her arms on Nicole’s bra. Her tiny arms barely reaching the edges of Nicole’s chest.