Tina shrugs, "Sure, whatever," and passes the transposer to you. You hold the device in your hand and breathe comfortably. Tina scoffs, "At least some of us have grown out of playing with baby toys." She drags her fingers through long, blonde hair and turns to the window. Her attitude lingers in the air as she walks away.
"So, so are you really going to security?" you ask, still holding the device in your palms.
Her head tilts from side to side. She faces you with a smile. "I don't know. Maybe yes. Maybe no." She laughs and flings her hair behind her shoulders. "But I'm leaving now, so you'll find out soon enough." Her hips swing and twist her body to the door.
Stumbling in anticipatory shock, you hesitate to take control of the transposer. It finds its way into position between your fingers, and you call out, "Hey, Tina, wait a minute!" Before she is fully turned, you engage a beam of light that wraps around her, compressing her body downward to the floor until it is only a few inches tall. The light washes away, and once the tiny figure on the floor realizes her stature, she panics and flees for the door, beating her fists futilely against it.
Her pounding weak and quiet, you casually stride over to the smallest gossip queen on campus. 'That worked so well!' you elate inwardly. As your shadow passes over her, Tina turns around and presses flat against the door.
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