"Dylan!?" She looks up and sees her son's face. "My god, you are enormous!" Helen puts her hands to cover her breasts and crotch. "What's going on? What happened to me?"
The boy chuckles. "I shrunk you, I found this gun in the garden." He shows her the device. "But don't worry, I test it with your plants."
"Wait, my plants?" She shakes her head. "Forget it, you did this to me?" Her kid nods. "Fix me in this instant, young man!"
"No." He crosses his arms. "I'm tired of you, telling me what to do."
"Dylan, I'm serious." Helen gets mad. "I'm your mother and I demand you to grow me back!" She explodes. "Then you are fixing my plants."
"Or what? You are going to punish me?" He stares at her. "Totally!" Helen yells. "You won't be leaving your room for months." She squeaks.
"You sound funny." Dylan smiles and debates about what he should do next.
"Damn it!" Helen thinks. "I'm not joking, Dylan. You have until 3." She extends her hand. "3...2...1."
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