Self-Summon [Demon Summoning/Evolution litRPG] Chapter 15: [1.15] Imp (Part 1)

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“Deactivate Transfiguration.” Angelica’s entire world went dark, though not due to blindness or any other condition. She had shrunk, and her shirt had fallen over her face. When trying to wrestle herself free, she found that grabbing the fabric felt strange in her hands, and to add to the aggravation, it was like the garment was being snagged around her head, meaning she couldn’t get it back through the neck hole. So instead, she had to escape out the bottom, also having to escape her pants that were now laying flat on the floor. When she went to look in the mirror, though, to see her new form, she found it impossible. The girl was now so short that she couldn’t see into the mirror above the sink, unable to even reach the countertop to try to pull herself up. She would need to boost herself, but there was nothing available to aid in that endeavor. Then as another problem, the small thing couldn’t even reach the knob of the bathroom door she’d closed behind her to let herself back out into the rest of the apartment. [Transfiguration activated] Apparently she didn’t actually need to say the words, just think them. And that was another worry gone, since she was immediately able to transform back into her human self—fearing that she would have been stuck. She went back to the main room and wheeled her desk chair into the bathroom, setting it in front of the sink before plopping down and deactivating Transfiguration once more. Her plan worked, and her much smaller body stayed in the seat. But now there was another problem. Angelica was able to see herself now in the mirror, but all she really saw was hair, hair that she couldn’t stand to look at. It was matted, knotted, stained and slimy like it had been dunked in a dumpster full of goo. And that was when it hit her: the stench, the reeking unbearable odor that made her eyes water to the point of impairing her vision. Her anguish for the past week made sense now. She hadn’t actually been cleaning herself, not since that first night. The rankness of her life had been compiling ever since the trash fiasco, all the days since of properly running and exercising, the stinking sweat marinating what was already a putrid mess. It became overbearing to the point that she could not bear her own existence, feeling an overwhelming urge to correct the problem immediately. Angelica leapt at the tub, making the few-feet jump in a single bound and landing with a splash into the now quite-cold chemicals that she hadn’t drained earlier. The little creature writhed around in the liquid like a child throwing a tantrum, making sure to cover every inch. Fortunately, her loofah had been resting on the side and was within reach. She scrubbed vigorously, everywhere she could reach until her body felt raw. And where she couldn’t reach, she backed against the scrubber and rubbed as if she was an animal in the woods trying to sate an itch against a tree. When she was finally satisfied, Angelica opened the drain, allowing the gloop-laced chemicals to siphon away. Then on top of that, since she could just barely reach the controls for the faucet, she turned on the tap and squished her small body under the torrential water. As a human, it was barely enough to register the flow, yet at this size, it felt like a raging waterfall splashing her from above. But she didn’t care, even though she was practically waterboarding herself at times. She was getting clean, at last. Feeling completely refreshed, Angelica clambered her way out of the top and back into the seat of her chair, finding it reasonable to be able to jump up and pull herself the rest of the way. Another glance into the mirror left herself disappointed, since she could still only really see hair, and now it was completely soaked, dripping limply. She’d need to deal with that first, especially since it was all falling into the seat of her chair. The living wet wig hopped toward the sink’s counter, managing to knock her hairdryer onto the floor before join