“Oh my god! Are you, like, real?!” Jen asks. Though she isn’t yelling, her voice is loud enough to your tiny ears so as to be painful. Jen notices your discomfort and apologizes.
You explain your misfortune, as best you can. As you try to explain what she should do to help you, Jen interrupts you, as if she hadn’t heard the last part of your explanation.
“Oh, you poor thing! Here, let me try to change you back.” She points to the beeping hulk of the Shrinkomatic. “That’s the shrinking machine, right?”
You nod and prepare to explain how to work the machine, but Jen acts before you can do anything. She deposits you on the examining table, somewhat less gently than you’d like, and rushes to the machine. She mutters to herself as she pokes around, trying to figure out how the contraption works. She seems genuinely concerned for your well-being, but there was no way she would be able to reverse your shrinking without a detailed explanation. You try yelling and waving to get her attention, but Jen is far too engrossed in the machine to notice.
After fiddling with the settings for a while, Jen presses an unmarked button on the machine. You black out.
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