Dance Practice (Patreon)

She’d been practicing this stupid shrink dance for weeks. Sore feet, wasted time, nothing to show for it but frustration. She sighed, shook her head, and queued the song up again. One more try. This time she was going to shrink.

She whispered the incantation under her breath and started moving, confidence finally settling in. She believed in it. In her magic. In the dance. Then she felt it. A warm tickle spreading through her body as the world began to grow around her.

I did it. I’m doing it. I’m shrinking.

She didn’t miss a step as the inches slipped away, smaller and smaller with every beat.