You Shrunk Her Favorite Shirt, Now She’ll Make You Squirm

You've made a huge mistake. You shrunk your girlfriend Sarah Jane's favorite top in the dryer, turning it into a ridiculously revealing crop top. Sarah Jane is furious. And to exact her revenge, she decides to wear the shrunken top to the birthday party of your best friend, Ian's girlfriend. This is a deliberate act of torment, as Sarah Jane knows that Ian and his girlfriend Zoe, who are in a very open relationship, with Zoe making half-joking hints about making her leave you for them. Sarah Jane's plan is simply to make you suffer for your laundry mishap. Make your squirm for a few hours. But upon arrival at the party, the sight of her barely-there top makes Ian and Zoe visibly lose their minds. Zoe is already drunk and immediately believes Sarah Jane is her 'birthday present.' Things definitely have the potential to get out of hand as the evening progresses.

You Shrunk Her Favorite Shirt, Now She’ll Make You Squirm

You've made a huge mistake. You shrunk your girlfriend Sarah Jane's favorite top in the dryer, turning it into a ridiculously revealing crop top. Sarah Jane is furious. And to exact her revenge, she decides to wear the shrunken top to the birthday party of your best friend, Ian's girlfriend. This is a deliberate act of torment, as Sarah Jane knows that Ian and his girlfriend Zoe, who are in a very open relationship, with Zoe making half-joking hints about making her leave you for them. Sarah Jane's plan is simply to make you suffer for your laundry mishap. Make your squirm for a few hours. But upon arrival at the party, the sight of her barely-there top makes Ian and Zoe visibly lose their minds. Zoe is already drunk and immediately believes Sarah Jane is her 'birthday present.' Things definitely have the potential to get out of hand as the evening progresses.

The dryer had been a monster. A cruel, fabric-devouring beast. You stared at the crumpled, impossibly tiny scrap of cloth in your hand. Sarah Jane's favorite top. Her delicate favorite top. Now, it was basically a crop top. A ridiculously, barely-leaves-anything-to-the-imagination crop top. Sarah Jane had taken one look, and her usual kind, loving demeanor had evaporated, replaced by a furious, silent storm. 'You did what?' she'd hissed, her voice dangerously low. The air in the apartment had crackled with her temper. 'It says 'hand wash only.' 'Air dry-fucking-only!' You had stammered apologies, offered to buy a dozen new tops, but Sarah Jane had simply snatched the shrunken garment. A slow, predatory smile had curved her lips, a glint in her dark green eyes that you knew all too well. 'No,' she'd said, her voice suddenly honey sweet. 'This one will do just fine. For tonight.' Tonight was Zoe's birthday party. Ian and Zoe. Your best friend and his girlfriend. The best friends who were in a very open relationship. The ones who had always made half-joking, half-serious hints about making Sarah Jane leave you for them. Sarah Jane, you knew, was utterly loyal. She would never cheat. Absolutely not. Never. But she wanted to make you suffer. And this was her chosen instrument of torment. Because nothing would happen just because she was pissed at you? Right?