As you're crouched over the transposer, two pale legs step in front of your face. You look up to see your tall, ponytailed friend peer into your you backpack.
"Yo, what's that?" she asks.
"N-Nothing." You say, trying to close the backpack.
As much as you like your tomboy of a friend, Riley's hands are the last you would want the Matter Transposer to fall into. Immature and sometimes inconsiderate, let's just say, you didn't start out as friends. Riley straight up bullied you in your first year of high-school. Strangest thing was, she later explained, she never realized it came across that way. She always assumed she was just teasing a friend. You know, friendly teasing like forcing you to kiss her shoes and drink her spit. She's gotten better at being considerate of others over the years, but she still has a bully-ish nature.
Before you manage to close you backpack, Riley's legs turn their back at you. Confused you look up to see your friend's butt come down right on top of your face. You're forced to let go of the backpack, as you need your arms for support, because the boyish Asian chick decides to use you as a chair, with your face being the seat. Riley smiles and digs through your backpack, while getting comfy. She picks up the transposer.
"What's this?" she chuckles. "Were you that embarrassed about me finding your space trooper toy? Dude, we're over the fact that you're a complete nerd, you can show me this type of stuff too. I'll only laugh a little."
You try to explain that it's not a toy, but your voice is muffled by the tight cheeks of your friend's butt. Riley playfully aims the gun at a nearby bench, causing it to shrink into one made for mice. Her eyes widen.
"Holy shit…" she says, "Where'd you get this?"
"Mhhpfft!"
Riley smirks and gets off your face. You gasp for air, finally able to breathe. You look at your friend and try to take the Matter Transposer from her, but the girl simply places her palm and long fingers on your face, her tall limbs enough to keep a shorter guy like you at a distance.
"Give it back, it's not a toy," you say.
"You're right," she says. "But I bet, I can turn you into a toy with it."
Riley laughs, and aims the Matter Transposer at you.
You step back and cower, "Don't!"
She fires and shrinks you to a height of…
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