Snap at him

She whispered back angrily, "I am not talking about my sex drive in a grocery store, little man."

"Little man?!"

She regretted saying it immediately.

"Sorry." She wasn't sure if he was angry or hurt, but she felt a tingling all over her body. "Wait, wait, I'm sorry! What are you doing to me?!"

Her perspective changed as the grocery store grew around her.

"Stop!" She couldn't keep her eyes open without nauseating dizziness.

The imp in the shopping cart rose in her line of sight until he was eye level, at which point it looked like he snapped out of a dream. The shrinking stopped.

She patted herself down and looked around. She estimated that she was barely five foot tall now, including a couple inches from her shoes. She'd lost about seven inches of height. For the first time in her life, she noticed that the top shelf was out of reach.

"The fu--" She found it a lot harder to be angry when her enemy's face was now inches away from her face (even if only because of the height of the child seat). "I'm sorry, please undo that. I'm really sorry."

He slouched back in the seat exhaustedly. "I told you, I can't do that. And you deserve it for how you spoke to me."

She looked down at herself and lifted her head to argue but the seat was empty.

She knew he didn't realise the significance of what he'd done to her.

Her changes until this point felt like empowerment in a way, as unsolicited as they may have. But now, as a short woman doing her errands in a shorter sexy dress, she didn't feel empowered. She felt like prey.

The stares didn't come from peers any more, they came from giants above her. They didn't feel like appreciation any longer; they felt like hunger towards not her but specifically her body.

She felt herself rushing through the grocery store and back to her car as quickly as possible.