Betty de Famme gave a small, irritated noise. Her nose wrinkled with frustration.
On her bedroom floor, just before her socked feet, was the building she'd wanted. This magic trick had taken months of practice to get right. She had tested it on small objects in her room, and things outside that no one would miss like tipped trash cans and forgotten, graffiti-riddled signs, and after several weeks of experimentation, she was the proud owner of an entire desk drawer filled with shrunken and displaced junk. Soda cans that were now so puny it took a magnifying glass to spot them properly, miniaturized trash cans littler than her smallest fingernail, and now, outside of her junk drawer, she had her real target.
... And the Wright Anything Agency was too damn small.
She'd been sure that she set things up correctly. Everything had been prepared to ensure that when the office was shrunk and displaced from its lot to be transported to her bedroom instead, it would reappear standing at just such a height that its four occupants (and anyone else unlucky enough to be inside, if it turned out that way) would end up just a few inches tall before her.
Instead, the office itself was barely seven or eight inches tall.
Betty stepped around it. She guessed with mild amusement that everyone inside got one hell of a shock at what had to be a colossal foot in an orange sock slamming down in front of their windows, followed by its twin.
She crouched to the floor, glaring at the little building's little windows.
"You weren't supposed to be that puny..." she grumbled aloud. Looking closely, she spotted four terrified and confused faces. That irritating brat Trucy Wright, her two lawyer friends from her trial, and... a little victorious surge flared inside of Betty at the sight of Trucy's father, Phoenix Wright.
While the idea of shrinking Trucy and her annoying lawyer pals was plenty appealing on its own, Betty's real goal had been to get her hands on Trucy's miniaturized father. As dads went, he was seriously hot, and more than a few times Betty had fantasized about possible ways to talk Trucy's dad into her bed. The idea of pinning him down on her blankets, with his hands gently gliding over her--
She made another little noise.
(Don't get distracted.)
Inside the office, the group was utterly stunned.
Betty de Famme, magician and self-proclaimed rival of Trucy's on the stage, was towering over their office even in a crouched position, taking up the entire view they had from the office's side window.
Betty was casually dressed, wearing a grey tank top, orange socks, and on a note of discomfort for them, nothing but a set of plain panties below her waist.
"B-Betty..." Trucy managed to speak first, but her voice came out as an awed whisper at best.
"I-it really couldn't have been the nice twin...?" Apollo said.
Betty looked rather annoyed, and it wasn't an encouraging accompaniment to her gigantic size.
"What am I supposed to do with a bunch of bugs like you...!?"
She didn't prompt a reply from any of them. Before their window, Betty rose upright again, her face disappearing far out of view.
Betty sighed. She had two options here. She could take a risk and try to adjust their size again. She had pulled it off before, but it was difficult, and she hadn't ever done it with anything bigger than a soda can. This was an entire building, and everything and everybody inside it. If she screwed up, it would probably be messy.
Alternately, she could just make do with the group like this. She'd wanted them bigger, but there was still some fun to be had with four little pets of their current size.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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