Chapter 1: Down the Rabbit Hole
Me, my mom, and my dad settled into the old couch, each of us a bit squashes, with me in the middle. Dad had just put the video in and changed the channel. Each of us had a big bowl of creamy vanilla ice cream in our laps. Various topping sat on top, and were picked out from the start. I was extra careful not to drip white icecream on my brand new black silk pajama pants and a black silk tank top pajama top.
On screen, the comercials ran by, and we cracked a few old jokes about them, enjoying a good laugh. Finally, the movie started, and my dad turned off the lone reading lamp beside him. Snuggling in, everything was perfect. Sweets, my favorite movie, time with my parents... I couldn't really ask for much more.
As the movie ended something strange happened. Instead of going to the credits, the screen turned blood red. Black words appeared in fancy text. I memerized each line as it appeared. It was a short, nonsensical poem, that went like this:
Follow the rabbit,
He'll keep to old habits.
Don't trust the clothes,
Even if it shows,
Trust the cat,
It'll sniff out the rat,
As you make your way down the rabbit hole.
As soon as I had it memerized, my dad clicked on the lights, and the credits were rolling. It seemed like nothing had happened to them. Hadn't they seen the weird poem? The screen went fuzzy, and tape started coming out of the VCR.
"Well, there goes our video!" said my dad.
"Maybe they're trying to tell us that we need to get the movie on DVD, honey," my mom joked. I got up and stretched.
"I'm going to go to bed now," I told them. My mom smiled at me.
"Good night, sweety!" she said as I left the room. As soon as I was out of their sight, I ran to my room and grabbed a pen and paper. Quickly scribbling down the poem before I forgot, I reread it a few times. Finally, I dismissed it as a weired poem I hadn't noticed before. Laying the paper on my bed side table, I flopped down on my black and red bed, snuggling down under the thick comforter. In seconds, I was asleep.
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I awoke to the insistent buzzing of my alarm clock. Reaching over, I turned it off and sat up. Rubbing my eyes, I realized the glowing red numbers read 12:00. Midnight. It must have been broken, to go off at this time of night. The colon wasn't flashing the seconds either. Strange.
A shuffling sound came from the floor. Looking down, a pure white rabbit was sniffing some discarded papers. It surely wasn't mine, since my only pet was a black kitten. As I approached, it cocked its head to look at me, and I gasped. The eyes were the purest gold I had ever seen. Bending over to pet it, it hopped away towards my closet.
Strange laughter echoed around my head. It was creepy, like a mix between your average villan cackle and scratching nails on black board. I looked around to see two glowing green cat eyes and a yellow, blood stained smile. I nearly peed my new pajamas. Slowly, a body of ragged purple, matted, and blood stained fur appeared with it.
"The white rabbit, eh?" said the cat. "Well, Alice? What should you do? I can tell you what you will do, but you should decide first." Its head rolled abnormally untill the torn ears pointed at the paper on my nightstand.
Never removing my eyes from this cat, I picked it up. The poem. "Trust the rabbit, he'll stick to old habbits..." I read aloud. The cat gave a ominous giggle.
"So, pick a choose Alice!" it said. Shifting my attention, I saw the rabbit hopping into my closet.
"Hey! No! Don't go in there-AH!" I screamed, following it. When I took a step into the darkness, I immediately had the feeling of falling. I couldn't see, though, since all was entirely black.
As I fell, I thought of the cute Disney characters. The white rabbit, the cheshire cat... In fact, as I thought of them, they appeared in front of my eyes, as ghostly apparations. Blinking them away, I was suddenly standing in complete dark.
A spotlight from nowhere clicked on over me. It didn't help 2 feet past my face. Another then clicked on. There stood a youth, about 17 years old by looks. He had pure white hair, bunny ears, and a pure white suite with a top hat. A shirt underneath the white was gold. He posed with on knee bent, eyes closed, and a hand on the brim of the top hat. He opened his eyes, revealing them to be a startling gold. He gave a curt bow, and said with the hint of a British accent: "Pardon me, madam, but it appears I am quite late for a very important meeting. I must ask your leave." He backed away into the shadows.
"Hey! Come back!" I called to no avail. He was gone. Lights slowly came on, and I saw rabbit ears dissappear through a door the size of a mouse hole. I found myself in a completely empty room, except for a table with several contents, and a doll sized outfit on a body, placed on the floor near a table leg. Walking up to the chrome table, there was a note:
"Drink to shrink,
Munch for a crunch."
I looked at the other items on the table. A box of cookies and a small vile of a clear liquid.
I needed to go through that door, obviosly, since it was the only entrance or exit in the room. So shrinking was necessary. May be if I tied my ribbon from my shirt onto the table ledge...
Wait, where was my shirt?! Where was all of my clothes for that matter?! That rabbit guy had just seen me NAKED?! May be those doll clothes will fit when I shrink...
Seizing the bottle, I drank the contents swiftly, then had the sensation of falling while my feet were still planted on the ground. Kind of like riding the elevator down. When the sensation ended, I was the size of a mouse, looking at a huge, silver tree, which was actually the table leg. Spinning around, the doll cothes were right behind me. I was about to start stripping the fake body when the cats voice rang in my head.
"Remember the poem..." it said.
"I remember it, but there is no way I'm going to go walking around naked!" I muttered to myself. Soon, I was pulling off the underwear and inspecting it. The bra was amazingly huge, especially since I barely fitted my size A bras. Still, underwear is underwear, and I needed clothes! So I tightened it as much as it would, and thinned the shoulders down as much as possible. The panties were rather tight, but they would last, too. I looked at the rest of the outfit. It was a burned, black maid lollita dress, with boots and a big black ribbon to use as a headband. Pulling it all on, I sighed. Just then, everything seemed to fit better. Except the bra.
My boobs were DYING!!! This was not, "my bra is too tight," tight. This was "OMG My boobs are going to EXPLODE!" tight. Quickly, I reached over my back, readjusting them all the way loose (which still felt a bit tight), and caught my reflection in the table leg. My jaw dropped, and I slowly turned.
My skin was paper white, same as my hair. My eyes were blood red. I was ALBINO!!! WTF?!!
And my physic... Totally different. My slight fat had totally disappeared, and my butt was about 2 sized smaller. I looked like I was 16, instead of just turned 14. And my chest... HOLY COW was it big!! I was a pervert's greatest dream!
"Can't say you weren't warned!" said the cat's voice, giggling creepily. This nightmare had just gotten wierder. The worst part was: it all felt real. Real pain, real flavor, real everything!
