Huh? What happened? Where am I—mmph!

It feels like she blacked out; when Yue Liuyi comes to, she’s sprawled on the floor like a dropped doll.

Ugh… her limbs feel so weak, like wet cotton strung on twigs.

Weakness seeps through her arms and legs, like after a long fever; muscles tremble like leaves in drizzle.

She musters her breath and pushes up, sitting like a reed that remembers the wind.

Huh? What’s with my dress? Why did it get so big, like a sail!

Her snug dress has slid from her shoulders to her waist, silk shedding; cool air brushes her bare chest and shoulders, pale as first snow.

Something else changed too. Her cute “little bunnies” are gone; in their place, a runway-flat chest with only shy bumps, like dunes under frost.

Huh? M-my boobs too… Wah! Did I turn back into a boy!

She hurriedly reaches under the skirt to check, hands darting like a thief to a hidden stash.

Huh? N-no, not a boy…

No alarming bulge greets her hand; Yue Liuyi exhales long, relief flowing like warm tea.

But the sight that follows knots her brow again, mist curling over a still lake.

Huh? I—is this my hand?

She stares at her palm. It was small before, but now it’s tiny, like a single plum petal.

It’s smaller than a phone; with hands like sparrow wings, she couldn’t even wrap a mouse.

Waaah! W-what is happening!

She scrambles up in a flutter, not expecting this: every piece of clothing—except the little dress and panties—slithers down and puddles like fallen leaves.

Stark naked, Yue Liuyi stands in the changing room, skin and air meeting with no veil, like moonlight on water.

Huh? Huh??

Only now does the silly Yue Liuyi finally get it: it’s not the clothes that got bigger—it’s her who shrank.

In the mirror blooms a very tiny girl, a dew-drop sprite made of breath and blue.

Less than one meter twenty tall, with a small cute head; sapphire eyes alive, like little moons darting through cloud.

Her waist-length hair now trails to her heels; if she bends, that soft blue silk could wrap her whole, drifting like river mist.

Shoulders, arms, legs—all shrunken fine; one gentle pinch feels like she’d shatter, porcelain-doll delicate, grain like carved jade.

Her voice turns thin and sweet, soft as cotton candy; just hearing it sparks an aww, like buds cracking open in spring.

At this point, “girl” hardly fits; from any angle, the mirror holds a fragile loli, leaning younger, like a sapling beaded with dew.

Waaah! Being a girl was one thing! Why did a dignified boy like me become a little loli!

Yue Liuyi shakes her head in protest, a willow swatting gnats.

But the blue-haired loli in the mirror shakes too, adorably at a loss, like a kitten chasing its tail—irresistible.

Worse, this blue-haired loli isn’t wearing anything at all, like a moon unclothed by clouds.

Heat rushes to Yue Liuyi’s cheeks, pink as peach blossoms.

Ugh! T-this is bad! I’m getting criminal thoughts about my own body! Ugh! I’m not a loli-con, I don’t want to be a perv > <!

Afraid she’ll do something twisted, she snatches up the loose little dress and drapes it like a robe, a cloak thrown over fire.

Ugh, what do I do now!

Just like when she first met Ailuna, her transformation won’t answer; the Eternal Tear on her neck dims, its light snuffed like a lantern in fog.

Ugh… LittleSnow should know what’s going on, right? I can only beg LittleSnow for help!

Looking like this is too weird. She forces down her shame, wraps the loose clothes, pads to the bedroom, and knocks, knuckles tapping like rain.

Who is it…?

LittleSnow’s voice floats out, friendly yet edged with caution, like a cat behind a door.

It’s me, Yue Liuyi…

Huh? L-little Yue!? Your voice… why is it like that? Are you sick? Come in, quick!

Mm…

Blushing, the blue-haired loli trembles the door open; her half-hidden tiny figure appears before Dixue like a shy fawn at the forest edge.

Naturally, the room’s air turns to stone, silence dropping like a curtain.

L-Little Yue…?

Mm…

Feeling LittleSnow’s gaze, Yue Liuyi can only nod, a dew-drop quivering on a blade of grass.

Ugh!

Flop—Dixue suddenly collapses onto the bed like a felled lotus.

Huh? LittleSnow!?

…(died of happiness).

Her breath stops; Yue Dier on the bed looks already in heaven, bliss drifting over her like cherry petals.

Waaah!! LittleSnow, don’t die!

Naive Yue Liuyi forgets again just what a terrifying weapon she is to LittleSnow, like a sugar bomb to an army of ants.