“I’m home,” Jane called as she close the door behind her and shook the snow off of her coat and hat. It was the first snow of the season and Jane loved to walk in it, especially on a 4-day weekend. Thanksgiving had never been big in the Lane household and Daria’s family was in Europe attending Quinn’s movie opening, which left them both 4 days of no work, no school, and a calmer, quieter Cambridge. Sabrina being a witch didn’t celebrate Thanksgiving. Jane was looking forward to a weekend of wheedling both of them into posing and working on the underground comic ‘Lady Canons’ that Jane was the driving force behind. She drew, Daria wrote and Sabrina magically produced the comic out of thin air to save printing cost. The comic was a wicked satire of the superhero genre and Jane loved drawing it. She knew Daria liked writing it, but she hated posing for it since that involved wearing a costume. She also knew that Jane didn’t really need for her to pose. They both knew that Jane just liked seeing Daria in the jungle girl costume. Daria always dressed plainly, it was a thrill to see her in a costume.
“We’re in here,” Sabrina called back from the living room.
Jane pulled off her boots and hung up her coat and hat and walked down the hallway. One of the many advantages of living with a witch was that you could live in a grand Victorian that neither she nor Daria could have afforded alone or together. The place was three stories with an attic, widow’s walk, cellar and just about any other type of room that Sabrina needed. Including a dungeon. It had antique bathtubs, a long staircase with banister and wood paneling and floors. It was all kept up by magic, saving them the trouble of almost all of the housework and aside from a few ghost even Daria had been hard pressed to find anything wrong with it.
Jane heard the music before she walked into the library. Sabrina had a love of late 1960’s bubblegum pop and the sounds of ‘Sugar, Sugar’ filled the room. The young witch was dancing to the music in a wild way that sometimes made Jane wonder if Sabrina was double jointed. Sabrina had a slim figure with short white hair that framed a face with a cute nose and blue eyes. She was wearing a sleeveless blue dress belted at the waist and black slippers.
“Where’s Daria?” Jane asked.
Sabrina giggled and pointed at the table where the old fashioned record player was plugged in. Jane looked at if for a moment. The table had an old fashioned TV, a big stuffed panda and other items and a pink cover parted in the middle was thrown over it.
“Where?” Jane asked again.
“Down here,” Daria called out.
Jane looked and saw her friend half hidden behind the pink cover and a cushion hassock. Daria was sitting with her back to the wall and was wearing a black skirt, green coat and tan shirt. She was holding something in her right hand and one of her feet was bare, on the other she was wearing a sock.
“What happened?” Jane asked as part of her took in the fact that Daria couldn’t have been much larger than a Barbie doll.
“She was going on and on about one of her students report on Gulliver,” Sabrina said. She stopped dancing and fell backward onto the overstuffed chair next to the table. “She kept saying how the moron got the idea of the story all wrong and that Gluamdalclitch wasn’t this or that and that the students idea’s of perspective was all wrong. So I asked how did she know that the perspective was wrong, she’d never been small.”
“So I said,” Daria said in a voice that could have frozen the room, “That no one could possibly know how Gulliver felt since it was impossible for someone to be that small.”
“Oh dear,” Jane deadpanned. Daria had one of the most down to Earth, literal minds that she knew. Her friend since high school saw the world as black and white, on and off and there wasn’t a lot of room in her mind for wild flights of fancy. Living with a witch had softened her quite a bit but sometimes Daria talked too much like the teacher she was and Sabrina felt it her duty to correct her. This wasn’t the first time Jane had come home to find that Daria had been on the loosing side of a magical argument.
“Well I couldn’t let that pass,” Sabrina said. “I’ve been that small and smaller many times and I thought it’d be nice to show her how wrong she was.”
“How long have you been like this?” Jane bending down in front of the table. She’d always been taller than Daria, but this was different. Her friends long deep red hair looked doll-like and her oversized glasses helped the impression
“Long enough for her to let Salem chase me around,” Daria said shooting Sabrina a harsh glare.
“Well you’re the one who insisted on climbing off of the table while I was in the other room.” Sabrina said.
Jane bent down and studied Daria closely.
“What are you looking at?” Daria demanded.
“Why are you holding a toy cell phone and what happened to your shoes?”
“I threw the shoes at a big spider that tried to catch me,” Daria said.
“And Seymour the spider wasn’t too happy about that,” Sabrina said sipping from a Coke that magically appeared in her hand.
“He was going to eat me,” Daria said.
“And the cell phone?” Jane asked.
“I found it behind the chair while I was hiding from the spider,” Daria said.
“How many bars do you get?” Jane asked earning a harsh look from her friend.
“She used it to bop me on the nose when I picked her up,” Sabrina said. “I dropped her and she ran under there.”
Jane giggled and then hid it when Daria glared at her again. She sat down and crossed her legs and stared at her now tiny friend.
“Will you please stop staring at me.”
“Sorry, I just have the plot for the next issue of Lady Cannons,” Jane said opening a draw and taking out her sketchbook. “I have got to do some sketching.”
“I don’t think you’ll have time,” Daria said crawling out from under the table. “Sabrina said she’d grow me back as soon as…”
She looked over at the chair and scowled. Jane followed her gaze and saw that Sabrina had vanished leaving only a cloud of glittering dust.
“Well I guess I’ll have time,” Jane said. “Try to give me that angry look that shows Jungerella is a dangerous jungle girl.”
Daria succeeded and Jane suppressed another giggle.
An hour later Jane put down her pen and surveyed the work. Pencil sketches had been followed by pen and ink since Jane realized that Daria’s face just called out for crosshatch patterns. Daria had stood it all with her usual stream of aggravated comments on all things witchcraft.
“Are we done yet?” Daria asked as Jane put down the pen. “I’d like to get back to full size now.”
Jane looked around.
“I think you might have to wait a bit,” She said.
“Sabrina!” Daria called.
There was a slight popping sound and a piece of paper appeared in mid-air above them and then floated down. Jane snatched it out of the air.
“Been called to a witch’s conference,” Jane read, “be back tomorrow. Love Sabrina.”
“Sabrina!” Daria screamed.
“P.S.” Jane continued as the writing appeared on the paper. “Jane can be Gluamdalclitch for a while, that should give both of you perspective on Gulliver’s Travels.”
“Who’s Gluamdalclitch?” Jane asked putting the paper down.
“One of the characters of Gulliver’s Travels,” Daria said walking over to the paper. “When he was small…”
“I thought he was a giant?”
“I’ve read that book too you,” Daria protested.
“You’ve read that book to me while I was painting,” Jane said.
“So you didn’t pay attention?”
“I got the gist of it.”
Daria growled and Jane fought down the smile that was threatening to break out on her face. She knew very well who Gluamdalclitch was and she was beginning to suspect what Sabrina was up to.
“On one of the islands Gulliver washed up on he wasn’t a giant, he was tiny. Gluamdalclitch on that island was a young girl who took care of him.”
“She washed him, made a bed for him, took care of him…”
“Well I guess I’ll have to do that then,” Jane said. She picked up her pen. “After a little more work.”
“I’m done posing,” Daria snapped. She stood and folded her arms defiantly.
“You don’t have to pose,” Jane said putting the pen down. “Actually there’s something else I want to try. Take off that sock.”
“The sock, take it off.”
“It’s just a sock.”
For a moment that started to stretch into minutes neither of them said anything. Jane held her face as she knew that Daria’s curiosity would get the better of her sooner or later.
“Why do you want me to take the sock off?” Daria asked at last.
“You’ll see,” Jane said smiling.
“I bet Gluamdalclitch never put up with defiance,” Jane said and she was still smiling. “I bet she had a good way of enforcing her commands.”
“So you’re commanding me now?”
“Aren’t you the bright shrunken girl.”
“I’m not doing it,” Daria said and she folded her arms again.
Jane could have thanked Daria for that since it saved her some trouble. She reached over and grabbed her shrunken friend, pinning Daria’s arms to her side.
“Let me go!” Daria screamed kicking her legs.
“Not until we get some ground rules clear little missy,” Jane said in the mock Old Aunt’s Voice she sometimes used. She picked up a ruler and swatted Daria’s butte with it.
“Hey!” Daria shouted. She kicked her legs furiously and pulled and tugged at Jane’s grip. “Sabrina’s going to put a spell on you someday you know!”
“No back talk young missy,” Jane said in the same voice.
She rapped Daria’s bottom a few more times before Daria gave in.
“Ok!” Daria cried out. “Enough!”
Jane chuckled as she put her friend back on the table.
“You enjoyed that way too much,” Daria accused.
“So did you,” Jane accused.
“Shut up,” Daria said as she sat down and pulled the sock off.
“Sort of reminds me of how you met Sabrina.”
“We said we’d never talk about it.”
“You said we’d never talk about it,” Jane said. “Sabrina put it on her Witch’s Blog.”
“What?” The question exploded out of Daria’s mouth and Jane laughed.
“Relax. Only witches can see it.”
“Ok now what?” Daria asked. She balled up the sock and threw it at her.
Jane picked Daria and then took a brush and dipped into the ink. Carefully holding her legs apart Jane deftly applied the ink to the bottom of Daria’s feet. She could tell that Daria was stifling a giggle while she did so. Jane took care not to tickle her too much. That might be too much fun later, but for now she had a definite idea.
“Ok,” Jane said grabbing a giant size sketchpad and putting it on the desk. She set Daria on it. “Walk.”
“Walk to the edge!” Jane ordered holding up the ruler.
Daria shrugged and started walking along the edge of the paper.
“Perfect,” Jane said when Daria got to edge of the paper.
“Look,” Jane said pointing to the small footprints. “I have the perfect diagram of how a tiny woman walks. That’ll be helpful for reference.”
“Good for you. Now can I… Hey!”
Jane chuckled as she picked Daria up and applied a new layer of ink.
“Now skip,” Jane ordered as she put Daria back onto the paper. “Then we’ll move onto hopping on one foot, left and then right, then both feet and then… Cartwheels!”
Jane threw her hands up and clapped as she said the last word and Daria glared at her friend.
“All for artist reference,” Daria said sarcastically.
“Skip!” Jane ordered slapping Daria’s rear-end with the ruler.
Daria yelped and started to skip along the paper.
“I am not made for this!” Daria protested as she hand-walked across the paper.
“You’re doing fine,” Jane said. “I’ve got you.”
She held her hands on either side of Daria’s legs, steadying her friend as Daria walked on her hands across the paper. They’d filled up ten pages of Daria’s tracks as she made her way across the pages.
Daria grunted but made it the last few inches and Jane let her lay down. Then she grabbed the paper and set it with the others.
“No more,” Daria said breathlessly.
“Yea I think I’m about done with the hands and feet,” Jane said. “How about I dip you completely in ink and you roll around for me?”
“Don’t even think about it!” Daria said sitting up. “And you’re having too much fun.”
“No I’m not,” Jane said. She picked the bottle of ink up and held it over her tiny friend. “I could though…”
“No!” Daria exclaimed and bent down covering her head with her arms.
Jane chuckled and set the bottle back down.
“Ok, maybe I am.”
“I swear the next time Sabrina turns me into a snake again…”
“It’s getting kinda late anyway,” Jane said interrupting her friend. The witch didn’t always play nice and that the last memory Jane wanted to be reminded of. “Hungry?”
“Yea,” Daria said and Jane guessed she was probably grateful for the change of subject.
“What about the other stuff?”
“Bathroom? Gluamdalclitch did take care of everything.”
“I thought you weren’t paying attention.”
“I lied,” Jane shrugged again and she could tell that her smile was irritating her friend.
“No I don’t have to do anything else,” Daria said blushing again. “I hope I get back to full size before I do.”
“It is a logistical problem when you think about the size of the toilet,” Jane admitted. Her arm swept forward and picked Daria up, cradling her tiny friend against her stomach as she walked. Jane ignored her friend’s startled cry and carried her upstairs. “I could just hold you over it…”
Daria growled and squirmed.
“First we’ll get cleaned up and then we’ll have something to eat.”
“How about a little warning next time,” Daria demanded. “I don’t like rollercoaster’s remember?”
Jane took the stairs two at a time and moved quickly down the hall to the bathroom. The room was designed as a bathroom, not just a closet converted to one. Aside from the antique bathtub there was a separate circular shower, sink, toilet and floor to ceiling mirror all done in a black and white Art Deco theme. Jane loved the patterns on the tiles.
“Hey!” Daria cried out as Jane put her on the shower curtain rod.
“Just hang out a sec,” Jane said as Daria scrambled to get her legs around the rod. The ceilings of the room were twelve feet and Daria was now eight feet above the floor. She hid it well but Jane could see the look of fear on her face. Jane wasn’t worried. This was a magical night and she was going to make the best of it.
Ignoring the rest of her shrunken friend’s protest Jane dashed into her own room, tearing her shirt off along the way. She pulled her bra off with equal haste and ran to her closet. There was a box of toys in her closet, left over from when she and Daria had sat for Sabrina’s nephews. Jane shuddered and giggled at the memory and pulled out a small toy rowboat. Tossing it onto her bed she pulled off her pants and underwear and then grabbed the boat and her robe as she dashed back to the bathroom. Daria was still where she’d left her but she’d moved toward the edge of the shower. Probably planning to climb down the pipes. Jane kept an eye on her while she filled the tub.
“I guess I’m not using the sink to clean up,” Daria said. She was stiff as Jane picked her up and put her on the top of the toilet.
“What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t help you clean up?” Jane asked pouring some bath crystals into the steaming water. While it filled up Jane tossed her robe onto a hook near the door and turned to her.
“Talk about perspective,” Jane said holding up her arms and striking a diva pose. “Gaze and be amazed at the nude magnificence of the giantess Jane Lane!”
Jane could see herself in the mirror that was set on the wall and she was pleased at what she saw. Neither she nor Daria were stunning beauties, they were petite and slim but they were good looking enough. Jane’s breasts were firm and her areolas were dark brown and the nipples exaggerated, her pubic hair was a wild V shaped tangle. She wore her black hair short, just to above her shoulders and her face had filled out to a handsomeness that the artist in her appreciated.
But now she was trying to imagine the view that Daria was getting. It must have been incredible once you factored in the height difference. She looked closely at Daria’s face; past the glasses and that neutral expression she wore so perfectly and gazed into her friends eyes. There was a flicker there, a spark, Jane was sure of it.
“Thrilling,” Daria deadpanned the reply. “You’re big and naked.”
“And you’re tiny and about to get naked,” Jane said. There’d been a crack in her friends reserve, Jane was sure of it. The tub was filled so she shut of the tap and then reached over to the toilet and picked her up.
“I’m not doing this,” Daria protested but there wasn’t much defiance in her voice and Jane ignored her comment. Holding Daria with her arms pinned to her side Jane tugged at Daria’s skirt. Daria kicked but as it was pulled down her legs Jane could feel herself becoming more and more aroused. When the skirt was fully off she tossed it onto the sink. Daria was still helpless in her grip, her arms pinned to her side and her face set in a determined look of defiance. But her breath was coming quickly and Jane spotted a small damp spot on her friend’s panties. Jane set her onto the floor.
“You want to do the rest yourself?” Jane asked and her voice had gone from commanding to daring.
Daria ran under the tub.
“Oh come on!” Jane said bending down so that she could peer under the tub. Daria had backed up all the way to the far wall and sat huddled with her knees up to her chest. She was half hidden by the shadows.
“Go away!” Daria commanded and Jane was shocked at the tone of her voice.
“You really don’t want to do this?” Jane asked. She lay flat on her side on the cold tile and rested her head on one arm while she let her other hand trace the tile pattern.
“What? Be played with like a Barbie Doll?”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Jane said.
“You’re not Sabrina,” Daria said. “She’s a witch.”
“Well…” Jane said still tracing the pattern. She’d been having fun but the tone in Daria’s voice was different than it had been. Jane knew her friend, knew her moods and her voices and the voice of defiance before Daria had run under the tub was different from the one she was using now. Daria was scared of her and that brought a sick feeling to Jane’s stomach. “I’m not a witch, but we were having witch-like fun a moment ago.”
“You were too.”
They were both silent for a few minutes and then Jane lay on her back.
“What if I promised to lay here and not move a muscle as you climbed all over me?” Jane asked. “You could tie me up like Gulliver. Or you could use that chloroform that Sabrina keeps in the top drawer of her dresser. Or…”
“What if I don’t want to play at all?” Daria demanded and Jane turned her head to see that Daria had come out from under the tub and was standing next to her. Her arms were folded across her chest. “Not if I’m a doll or not if I’m normal. What if I don’t want to play at all?”
For a long time there was silence.
“Do you want to play?” Jane asked the question she’d wanted to ask for years. Jane turned her head and looked at the ceiling, afraid of what she might see in Daria’s eyes.
The silence in the bathroom increased and Jane felt a tear slip out of her eye. She felt it go down her face and even thought she heard it as it splashed against the tile. Daria didn’t say a word.
“That’s it then,” Jane said starting to get up. “Well I guess Sabrina can stand living with just one mortal room mate.”
“What if it doesn’t work out?” Daria asked.
Jane stopped and turned on her side again.
“Remember when we didn’t talk? That one time we fought? I was miserable.”
“I wasn’t too happy myself.”
“When you got back from that artist camp you told me about the counselor who made a pass at you.” Daria said. “I could hear what you were feeling in your voice.”
“For her,” Jane said stressing the last word. “Not for you.”
Jane rested her head on her hand and rested her finger on top of Daria’s head.
“Daria if one of us were ever going to leave the other it would have happened years ago.”
“There’s a difference.”
“Yea, we’re finally talking to each other about it.”
Jane chuckled again.
“I think she’s one of the reasons I think this could work,” Jane said. “After everything we’ve been through with her our ideas of normal have changed a lot.”
“There aren’t many friends who can say they’ve switched bodies,” Daria admitted.
“Or been stuck in a fairy tale,” Jane said. “You gave the Red Queen a run for her money.”
Daria smiled briefly.
“You ever think she’s been doing all this to us to push us together?” Jane asked.
“She wants her pets to be happy?” Jane suggested. “We both know that’s how she sees us.”
“I’ve known that since she asked us to move in with her,” Daria said.
“How about we stop fighting this and her and give it a try.”
“We can’t be just friends if it doesn’t work,” Daria said.
“We can’t be just friends anymore now either,” Jane said sitting up. She reached down and put Daria back on the toilet. “We’re in the water Daria, it’s time to swim or drown.”
“You chose a great place to tell me that,” Daria said un-folding her arms.
“So what do you mean by try it? What do we do now?”
“Have hot sex?” Jane suggested.
“How?” Daria asked.
“Oh, yea…” Jane said as the size difference hit her.
“I think Sabrina’s plans have hit a snag,” Daria said folding her arms.
“Maybe not,” Jane said. “Maybe it’s not so much about sex as it is about trust.”
“What do you mean?”
Jane placed her hand palm up next to her shrunken friend.
“If you step on my hand you’re saying that you trust me, that no matter what I’m going to do to you it won’t hurt, it won’t be dangerous and you’ll enjoy it. You trust me so much you’re willing to be completely helpless with me in charge. Maybe that’s what she wanted to have happen.”
Daria looked at Jane’s hand.
“Or maybe she just forgot us again like she did in Wonderland.”
Jane didn’t reply and after a long moment Daria stepped into the palm of her hand and sat down, laying her legs out and leaning on one hand.
“What now?” Daria asked.
“Uh…” Jane couldn’t finish the sentence. Suddenly she was completely focused on the fact that Daria was sitting in the palm of her hand. That her friend had in fact done it, given herself completely over to Jane and whatever Jane might do to her. Jane had known Daria for years and this wasn’t something her friend did. Not did lightly or casually, it was something she didn’t do period.
Daria looked up at her.
“Ummmmmm…..” Jane drew the sound out trying to get her mind working.
“I don’t think Sabrina thought this through,” Daria said. “We can’t really make love when I’m like this.”
“I don’t know about that,” Jane said as her mind finally started to work again.
“Did you read a book I didn’t?” Daria asked standing up.
“Never,” Jane said. “And I doubt there’s a chapter on shrunken women in the Karma Sutra, but I’m a kinda inventive kinda gal and I think I can get ya going.”
“Get me going? What am I an old car?”
“Let’s start with the basics,” Jane said. “Stand up.”
Daria got to her feet and Jane felt her mouth go dry. She reached over and slipped the tip of her fingernail into the front of Daria’s panties. Daria gasped and started to grab Jane’s finger but then stopped and with a visible effort pulled her arm away. Jane felt a wave of un-identifiable emotion flood through her and it took an effort to keep breathing.
After a few moments to steady herself Jane pushed the panties down to Daria’s knees revealing a tangle of red/brown pubic hair. With the panties still at her knees Jane ran her fingernail up and down against Daria’s vagina. Daria stumbled a few times and then fell back onto Jane’s hand. Jane took advantage of that to pull the panties the rest of the way off.
“Motor revving yet?” Jane asked.
“Let’s just say you’ve got a key in the ignition,” Daria replied.
Jane laughed even though a part of her was amazed at the comeback. Even more amazed that either of them had been able to speak.
I guess neither of us can be really shocked speechless, Jane thought as she rubbed the tip of her finger against Daria’s vagina. A vagina that was now extremely wet. Are we going to wisecrack our way through this?
No, Jane answered herself. Not this. This is going to be real and genuine Daria, no jokes, no wisecracks, no sarcasm.
Jane let her finger move up under Daria’s jacket and shirt and then pulled it back. She did this a few times, moving it higher and higher until her finger touched Daria’s breasts. The fabric strained. Daria moaned and opened her mouth to say something but Jane quickly pulled her finger out and put it to Daria’s lips.
“No talking for a while,” Jane ordered.
Daria nodded passively and Jane felt an electric shock go through her.
“Take off the jacket,” Jane ordered and felt her own arousal grow as Daria un-zipped her jacket and took it off.”
“Hand it to me.”
Daria did so and Jane worked hard to keep her fingers from trembling as she took the jacket and put it on the sink.
“Now the shirt.”
Daria was slower with the shirt and for a moment Jane thought that she’d call it all off. But then the shirt was off and she was handing it to her. Again Jane had to work to keep her fingers from trembling.
I have got to get you some sexy underwear, Jane thought as she saw Daria’s plain white bra.
“Lay back,” Jane said and when Daria had done so Jane began to stroke her again. She ran her fingers along Daria’s legs, between her legs, across her stomach and then her chest and arms and head.
During all of this Daria lay in Jane’s hand, she offered no resistance but her body was hot and trembling, her breath coming quickly and shallowly. Even through the bra and even at her small size Jane could see that Daria’s breasts were full, the nipples stiff.
“Roll over,” Jane ordered and her voice cracked with emotion and arousal.
Daria rolled over onto her stomach and Jane felt her mouth go dry at the sight of Daria’s rear. She used her fingers to push Daria’s legs apart and then pushed her finger between them. She pushed under Daria’s body until she could feel the stiff pubic hairs and then lifted her finger up and down. Daria’s bottom rose up and down and Daria moaned with pleasure as Jane applied pressure and then released, letting her finger slide along Daria’s vagina as gravity pulled her back down.
Jane kept it up for a few minutes and then carefully stood up, letting Daria lay face down in her palm as she stepped into the tub and sat down. Slowly Jane lowered her hand until it was resting on top of the water.
“Swim around a bit,” Jane ordered and let her hand slowly sink away from under Daria’s body.
Daria started to swim and Jane leaned back, watching in fascination as her friend raised tiny ripples in the bathwater with each stroke. Jane raised her foot out of the water and Daria swam around it and headed back to her. When she got close enough Jane put her palm under Daria and lifted her out of the water. Daria sat as she had before, her hair plastered against her head, her glasses covered with water drops and her white bra now semi-transparent.
Jane almost climaxed at the sight.
“Might want to loose the glasses now,” Jane said holding out her other hand.
“I want to see you,” Daria said.
Jane thought a moment.
“If you call me ‘mistress Jane’, I’ll let you keep them.”
For a few heartbeats Jane thought she’d gone too far. But then Daria gave a quick, small smile.
“Please Mistress Jane let me keep my glasses.”
Jane swallowed hard at the submission. Daria was a master of sarcasm and the tone of her voice could have cut Jane to pieces if she’d wanted it too. But it was a voice filled with fun and there was no mockery in it.
“I will allow it,” Jane said. “But take the bra off.”
Daria reached behind her and unhooked her bra and then let it fall from her chest. Jane reached over and took it and then tossed it over the side of the tub.
“Raise your arms.”
Daria obeyed and Jane reached over and took hold of her friend. Her fingers closed around every part of Daria’s tiny body and Jane’s own body trembled with excitement. Taking Daria in both hands Jane slowly put her into the water. Daria’s arms hung over the side of Jane’s fingers and her legs were completely trapped in Jane’s grip. Jane submerged her until the water was just up to the bottom of Daria’s mouth.
“Deep breath,” Jane ordered and Daria obeyed. Jane let her take a deep breath and then pulled her under the water so that only Daria’s hands were above the surface.
The hands were steady and Daria didn’t struggle. Jane gave her friend to the count of ten and then pulled her up. Daria sputtered, a bit out of breath but she didn’t protest.
“Put your arms down.”
Jane took a washcloth from the side of the tub and wrapped it around Daria’s body. Then she began to rub it up and down using her fingers. Daria moaned and writhed, her body completely enveloped by the combination of fingers and cloth. Jane dipped her into the water up to her neck and continued her manipulation of Daria’s body. She didn’t have long before Daria gave out a cry of passion and then lay limp.
Jane sighed as she lay back against the tub and pressed Daria against her chest. She kept her tiny lover wrapped up in the cloth and gently kneaded her body. Daria only sighed and moaned with pleasure.
I wonder if it’ll be this good when she’s full sized? Jane kept the question to herself. After a few minutes she got out of the tub and walked over to the sink. Placing Daria onto it Jane got a dry washcloth and slowly and carefully dried her, taking particular care not to pull Daria’s hair as she toweled it dry. Once Daria was dry Jane started to dry herself. Neither of them talked until she was done.
“Yea it was,” Daria finished when Jane trailed off.
“You really got into it,” Jane said.
“Yea, I did.”
Daria sat down and crossed and un-crosed her legs a few times. Jane sat down on the edge of the tub and let the silence grow.
“I never thought I was that kinky, or kinky at all,” Daria said at last. “But when I heard your voice ordering me… I just liked it. I felt…”
“Safe?” Jane supplied and Daria nodded. “Daria you go through life wearing a suit of armor, I’ve only seen it slip a few times since we met. I liked seeing you without it tonight.”
“I liked being without it.” Daria paused. “At least I have for this.”
“So if we both liked it,” Jane said after they were quiet for a few minutes “you want to ask Sabrina if she can brew up a shrinking potion that I can give you every so often? When she’s not around.”
“I think that’d be ok.”
“Do you think you’d like this if I were small?”
Jane’s eyes widened in surprise.
“I don’t think I could do it as well as you did,” Daria said. “I don’t think I’d feel as… As safe.”
“What about when we’re full sized?” Jane asked. Daria had reached a climax but Jane hadn’t and while she didn’t really feel cheated Jane knew that she wanted more.
“I don’t know,” Daria said. “But we can try.” She paused and then added. “If you’d like to, it might not be as fun as what we just did.”
Jane shrugged but in her mind she was picturing the two of them. Then she realized that she didn’t really know what to do. Not really.
“I think with Sabrina around the two of us are going to have to get used to experimenting.” Jane said.
“Good point,” Daria said.
“Well I’m clean and tired, but I’m not hungry anymore, how about you?” Jane asked standing up. It was a good time to end the conversation she knew, before they went into places neither of them was ready for.
“Same. Where am I going to sleep tonight?”
“With me of course.”
“If you turn over in your sleep I’ll be crushed.”
“Trust me,” Jane said putting her hand palm up on the toilet seat.
After a moment Daria stepped onto her hand and sat down.
Jane carried her into the bedroom and put Daria down on her dresser. Then she opened a draw and pulled out a multicolored silk scarf.
“Now put your arms up and stand still,” Jane ordered.
Daria stood still as Jane wrapped the scarf around each of her legs, starting at the ankles and working her way up. When she reached under Daria’s arms she wrapped the scarf around her shoulders, up and down each arm and then pushed Daria’s arms down and bound them snuggly to her sides and then wrapped her legs together. When she was done Daria was completely wrapped from neck to toe.
“Wait here,” Jane said laying her onto the pillow. She darted into Daria’s room and grabbed the pillow from her bed. Going back into her room she put the pillow on her bed next to her’s. Picking Daria up she placed her on the pillow.
“I’m not sure this is safe,” Daria said squirming slightly. “What if I roll off the bed?”
“Not done yet,” Jane said. She opened the top draw of her dresser and took out two oversized safety pins. Carefully she used them to pin Daria’s left and right side to the pillow.
“Now I’m done,” She said. “You can’t roll off and I’ll respect the pillow boundary. She reached over and lightly stroked the bottom of Daria’s feet with her fingers. Daria tensed and tried to pull away.
“So before we get some sleep don’t you have something to say?”
“Close,” Jane said giving Daria’s feet another pass.
“Good night Mistress Jane,” Daria said.
“Good night my little doll,” Jane said reaching for the light. She got into the bed and added; “Sleep tight.”
Sabrina stood with Salem curled up in her arms and watched from the doorway as they slept. There was a devilish spark in her eyes that would have scared both Daria and Jane if they had seen it. But neither stirred as Sabrina walked into the room. Jane was splayed out on the bed, her arms and legs going in four different directions with just a sheet over her body. Daria was completely immobile and sleeping peacefully. Sabrina traced her fingers lightly across Daria’s head and then across Jane’s. Neither of them reacted to the spell as it revealed their memories of the night’s activities to the young witch.
“So it worked?”
“It’s a good start.” Sabrina said. “I’ve been working hard to get a submissive streak into Daria almost since we first met. She’s just been so stubborn.”
She muttered a spell and waved her head in the air above Daria. Sparkling dust floated down and glowed for a moment before it was absorbed into her body.
“Editing her memories?” Salem asked.
“That and adding a few,” Sabrina said. “Retrofitting a few instances of repressed desire for Jane into her mind, even a few flashes of one of the other girls in her school. That should help.”
Sabrina sat down on the edge of the bed as her cat familiar hopped onto the bed and started to sniff Jane’s feet. “Daria’s one of the toughest projects I’ve ever worked on. Nothing was working until now. But I can tell that she enjoyed being Jane’s plaything even if I had to give her a little boost with the spell, so she’s on her way.”
“But she’s Jane’s play thing, not yours.”
“One step at a time,” Sabrina said. “That’s why nothing I’ve done has worked till now. She loves Jane, she’s just scared of me. Up till now it’s been a sisterly love between them. I just had to give that a boost over the past few months, now I can let it grow on its own. Jane would have been easy but I didn’t want to loose Daria.”
“So you still want them both?”
“I can’t seduce Daria myself, but once Jane has tamed her I can seduce Jane and through Jane Daria.”
“That’s a lot of trouble when a mind spell would do the same thing.”
“I don’t work that way and you know it,” Sabrina said sitting on the bed. She pulled the sheet off of Jane and let her fingers trace around the base of the young woman’s breast. Jane stirred slightly but the spell held her asleep. “I hate bullies and it’s so much more fun when they come to me freely.”
“They’re mortals,” Sabrina said standing up and pulling the sheet back over Jane. “If I don’t give them hints they’ll never find their way through the maze of life and achieve contentment.”
“Which translates into serving you,” Salem said.
“Have I ever made anyone unhappy?”
Sabrina’s tone of voice was all the warning Salem needed.
“Not that I can think of. What are you going to charge Jane for the shrinking potion?” He asked changing the subject.
Sabrina stretched the word out and then started to giggle. She kept giggling as she gathered Salem into her arms and carried him out of the room. As they left her giggle turned into a very witch-like cackle.