tickling birds

navel

“Ow ow owwww” said Stephanie in a raspy voice, waking up on a Tuesday morning and clutching her jumbled hair. Her head was hurting a lot and her entire body was aching.
“Why am I so sore?” What did I do yesterday?”
She thought for a moment but couldn’t seem to remember anything about the day before. She couldn’t remember coming home, eating dinner, doing her homework, going to bed, etc. None of it. It was all a void in her head. A big black hole.

The lovely brunette sat up, her hand still pressing lightly on her temple as she tried to relieve the dull pain in her head. 
“I think I need a shower.”

She walked, or more accurately, stumbled to the bathroom, closing the door behind her and turning on the lights, revealing a very confused albeit gorgeous girl in the mirror. She tilted her head, trying to make sense of her outfit. She hadn’t noticed before that the shirt she was wearing was cropped. She pinched the bottom hem of the shortened top, analysing the scissor cuts.
“I bought this as a regular shirt” she thought, scratching her head. 

The only person she knew that could cut a t-shirt that well was herself. She had experience cutting shirts (she used to crop hers occasionally) and got the troubled idea that perhaps it was indeed her?

Looking back at the mirror, she couldn’t deny that she looked good. The vandalized shirt stopped just above her bellybutton, showcasing her most wonderful asset. Strangely, something about wearing a crop top just felt right to her. 

Regardless, she shook off the weird idea and just in time too. She had to start getting ready or else she risked getting to school late which meant getting detention.
After a warm shower, Stephanie’s head felt a thousand times better. Unfortunately, that didn’t change the fact that yesterday remained an absolute blur to her. Still, she felt relief for her head and walked into her room where, again, there was another surprise waiting for her. But this time it was much… much worse.

All around the room and strewn across the floor, walls, curtains, and dressers were bits and pieces of fabric. Pinks, blues, yellows, colors of all types transformed her room into a vibrant spectrum of colors. Stephanie could only stand there, stunned, as she looked at the huge mess. She figured that the preoccupation with her head earlier had left her too distracted to notice the mess.

Suddenly, Stephanie remembered the crop top she was wearing that morning. She noticed a loose trail of fabric leading from her bed to her closet door which was shut closed. No… she couldn’t have. Could she?
Stephanie hesitated, then crept slowly to the closet door, hoping, wishing, praying that she hadn’t done what she thought. However, deep down, she knew the truth. Slowly, she wrapped her fingers around the closet door handle and turned it, inching it open… and revealing the disaster, or masterpiece, that lay within.

It looked like a child’s closet, with every shirt that hung on the rack appearing to be an extra small. Even her sweaters, which she had purposefully bought to be baggy on her petite body, looked absolutely tiny. Stephanie stared in disbelief as she sifted through the vandalized clothes, noting that, thankfully, not all of them were the same extra small size. Some were longer than others although the difference was subtle. Suddenly, she heard her mother call from downstairs
“Hurry up honey! You’re going to be late!”
“Okay!”
Stephanie whimpered. “I guess I’ll just have to figure this out later.”
She grabbed a plain-black t-shirt, one of the longest that now existed in her closet, and put it on, pairing it with some low-rise jeans (since she didn’t own any other kind). She quickly put on a pair of converses and looked in the mirror.

The t-shirt wasn’t actually too cropped but it still left around two inches of her silky smooth lower tummy on display. She pulled her shirt down and pulled her jeans up but no matter what, that delicious strip of skin remained visible and begged for attention. 
“Stephanie hurry up!!!!”
Stephanie checked the time on her phone. “Shoot!” She grabbed her backpack and bolted out the door without even eating breakfast.