"Come on Kath, not on me!" you insist, scared to trigger her with a sudden movement while she has you in her aim. In the heat of the moment, you nervously size up your newly-created adversary while your brain fires on all cylinders urgently trying to analyze the best way to disarm her.
"Sweetie, don't be so uptight, it'll be fun! You didn't invite me over just to watch you make dollhouse furniture, did you?" Kathleen chides while holding the device in her hands with a grip of death as if she were anticipating a gunfight, the barrel following your every twitch with an assassin's precision.
"Kathleen, I don't want to be small, please put that fucking thing down before someone gets hurt!" comes your refrain.
"Are you sure? You've never had a chance to see things from my perspective," she continues, the gun barrel still pointed dead center at your chest the whole time like it were some kind of hostage crisis as she keeps her index finger brushing directly on the trigger.
Being the egotistical fitness buff you are, there's no reason you'd ever want to get smaller and throw away all those endless hours you've spent at the gym for years on end, but you had figured Kathleen might be interested in that since she's always fussing about looking cute and petite and you were looking forward to watching her dance away in the palm of your hand. If she didn't want to get doll-sized, she could have at least been there to watch you grow to sizes and proportions no steroid or workout program could ever dream of yielding, the first witness to your newfound godhood.
"Why the hell would I want to be your shrunken plaything, Kath? That just doesn't make any sense, be reasonable here." Your words don't appear to be having any effect, and you can almost subconsciously sense her ever so slightly increasing the pressure on the trigger. "We haven't tried it on a living creature yet, what if there's some horrible side effect?" Still not persuaded, she seems to have already made up her mind. "Don't fucking do it, Kath! I'm more than small enough already, you hear?!" It was indeed a spectacle to see a 6'1" musclebound specimen getting worked up over his own size, but that insecurity was the driving force that allowed you to compete at such a high level, and you were as determined as ever to hang on to every last inch. "I swear to God Kath, I will seriously hurt you if you zap me with that thing, so don't you fucking dare! I didn't invite you over here so I could be your bug, you can't do this!"
It's coming down to the line now and all pretense of fun has vanished, your hands reflexively balling into fists while you contemplate knocking your friend out cold before it's too late or tackling her to the ground. "You don't understand what this means for me. I won't give you so much as a metre, not even a nanometre!" you rage while starting towards her, but the moment has already passed by the time you've made your decision, and you find yourself bathed in a faint green glow. Stunned by the turn of events, you don't find the time to react or utter so much as a gasp before the glow has already faded, halting in your tracks while your gaze mindlessly defaults to the usual objects of your desire while you scramble to process the implications of what just happened. What part of Kathleen has you so fixated as to want to keep this wild crazy bitch around in your life?
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