Payback

“Please, Lance, don’t! I’ll do whatever you want, I swear, just don’t do anything rash!”

Joanna begged, eyes pleading.

“I was only having fun, I was going to change you back, I—“

You reached down and cupped her chin.

“Who is Lance? Only Svetlana is here. What is it you say to Lance? ‘Aim to be shorter?’”

Her eyes widened.

“No, no no no please, I swear, I—“

You put a finger over her lips.

“Shhhhhh. Do not talk.”

You tapped at the device, and Joanna began to shrink.

At your command her height dropped. Once 5’ 10”, well above average for a girl, Joanna’s height drew ever closer to the one she had given you earlier. Her body, toned and muscular from constant running and fitness training, slimmed and softened, becoming weaker.

“No, please,” she begged, looking down at her dwindling form.

“You bully Lance for height, no? Is your turn, I think.”

She looked up at you and blinked, startled at the massive disparity between your massive frame and her newly petite one.

“Oh my god!”