Muscles no more

“I hope you don’t mind, I made a slight ‘improvement,’ haha.” Joanna giggled from behind one hand. “Four foot eight seems like it suits you soooo much better than regular old five six, huh tiny?” She strutted towards you slowly, and your gaze couldn’t help but follow upwards as she got closer. You had been short before, but now you were positively tiny. “I wonder what else this thing can do. Physique, huh? You look really disproportionate with all that bulk on that itty bitty frame, and god knows you didn’t earn it. I should probably help you out a bit. How ‘bout being a little weaker?” As you heard Joanna tapping on the device, you both saw and felt your brand new muscles dissipating into nothing. You dashed at her, making a grab for the device, but she held it high above her head and stopped you effortlessly with her hand. You jumped up on your tiptoes but couldn’t even get close, could barely even push Joanna’s hand up. Not only was she now much taller than you, she was also much stronger. “This is hilarious! You were a loser before, but now you’re pathetic! Congrats, you’re officially weaker than a girl.” She shoved you back and you fell flat on your ass for the third time today, your cheeks flushing red.