You turn back from the wall to look at Lana, who had by now stood back up. "An inch!" you declare. "That's far smaller than I expected given my configuration! You must have really optimized your calculations to get that much power flowing out. Didn't think it could do clothes though, did you add that too?"
"Something like that," Lana says with a sly intonation in her voice. She steps off from the wall, her amazingly long legs carrying her hundreds of feet away by your reckoning. You're not sure you like where this is going as she begins fiddling with the device, which now has smoke pouring out of it.
"I wanted a really strong result for my defense," she explains, "so I overrode the safety limitations on power. I figured that would cause a bit of damage and didn't want you to be naked so I figured in for a penny in for a pound and modified it to get your clothes, too. Based on how it looks and smells I'm fairly confident this thing is completely fried inside, if not totally melted."
"You WHAT?" you shout, unable to believe what you just heard. "Why didn't you tell me? What am I supposed to do in case you can't fix it after your defense and I'm still tiny for a few days?"
Lana gives a nervous laugh and begins laying down on the floor. Not a good sign, you think as her knees make contact, followed by her monumental torso eased down by her hands the size of helipads. She props her chin on one of her hands and looks down at you, her face filling up the sky like a billboard. "A few days is being really generous. You know that most things in there were custom ordered and could take months to arrive. And you're smaller than a lot of them now too so I'd have to have someone else come in to build it so... a year if you're lucky. That's if they even keep funding me."
"A year?" you shout. "I'm going to be this tall for a year? Lana, why would you do this without telling me?"
The giant woman bites her lip. "There might be some residual energy left over from the test, so uh, you might keep shrinking. Just a bit though!"
"Lana if I shrink 'just a bit' more you might need a microscope to look at me." You sigh and idly kick the tile. "So you're saying that, best case scenario, I'm an inch tall for a year, and there's a chance I'll shrink down to nothing, be stuck like this forever, or both. Is that it?"
She winces and answers, "Yeah, that's right. Don't worry though, I'll take good care of you! I'll make sure you're safe, fed, and healthy until you're normal size again... if that happens. On the bright side though we'll both be famous: me as the woman who invented a shrink gun, and you as the first man to be shrunken by a beautiful scientist."
You sigh, and decide to just resign yourself to this. "You're right, it could be worse. So, now what?" Lana brushes a strand of hair behind her ear as she ponders, then says...
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