"Shorter? W-what?" you say, forming words for the first time in a few minutes.
"You heard me. Shorter!" she replies. Well, it would make sense that you were cuter if you were shorter. But isn't that a bit of a silly statement to make?
"Isn't that a bit of a silly thing to say?" you say, thinking aloud.
"No, I don't think so!" she says back. "You wanna know why?"
"Um, not really." you say, uninterested.
"Oh well. You're going to find out!" she laughs. You back away from her nervously.
All too quickly, the world seems to be expanding around you. Everything is spinning and you cannot see properly. Maria wasn't lying! Perhaps it wasn't such a silly thing to say after all. You look up at Maria, and see that she is staring right at you, her eyes eerily glowing yellow. How the hell can she do this!?
After what seems like hours, you stop shrinking. You stumble like a drunk person as you try to figure out what just happened. Or HOW it happened.
You are currently standing at Maria's knee-level. She grins down at you. "Awww! I said you would be cuter when you were shorter!" she says patronizingly.
"How dare you!" you squeak. Squeak? Well, what did you expect to happen if your diaphragm shrunk too?
"Heehee! I love that cute voice!" she giggles.
"Well don't get used to it, because I'm out of here!" you say, attempting to sound cross.
"I don't think so!" Maria says. You feel your stomach turn inside out with fear of what is about to unfold...
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