Jon hadn't come with Karyn to get something to eat. He couldn't face his family as this tiny little man he'd accidentally become. Back in Jon's room, he scowled down at the page. He needed to find some way to fix his height. Karyn couldn't be taller than him - she just couldn't! His masculinity demanded more than... He looked towards a mirror. More than... 4'9? Somewhere around that range. He couldn't stand it.
The door handle that he was used to being at his stomach was now up at his chest. The cabinet was now a pain to see over, and lord only knows how he'd ever reach the top of his wardrobe where he kept his belts. Looking up towards the top of the wardrobe, actually, he couldn't see the belts up there. In this reality, it did make some sense that he didn't actually put anything up there.
"Think..." He muttered to himself, flicking the pencil against the back of his palm in thought. "How can I fix this..."
It didn't occur to him to change the lettering again - thanks to Karyn's wish he couldn't think of the obvious answer. But he did think of something he could do. The problem before was that he was sitting, while Karyn was standing, right? Well...
When I tap the pencil to a page, I will become 2 inches taller than Karyn
Karyn made her way back upstairs, pushing Jon's door open. Now was Jon's chance!
In his haste, he dropped the page.
"Did you figure out your diabolical revenge, tiny?" Karyn asked, hands on her hips as she stared down at him. Her head tilted in a way that made Jon feel tiny, weak, and frustrated beyond anything he'd felt before. Karyn loved this. She'd definitely be taller than every other girl at school. She'd definitely have no trouble showing up that bitch Sarah now...
Though, in this reality, maybe she already had? She was excited for tomorrow. She'd find out pretty quick, she hoped. She began to take a few steps, enjoying the feeling of taking up this much space - having this much presence.
Jon quickly dropped to his knees, grabbing at the page as it fluttered away from him, scrambling to recover it. This was an even BETTER position, right? He tapped his pencil to the page, looking up at Karyn with a sly smile. A moment later, he was looking down at her, and grinning.
"Who's the ti..." Jon's voice trailed off as he realised she'd fallen over, catching herself with her hands and was now on all fours. She'd trampled on a pair of Jon's pants and toppled.
Jon looked down at his even more diminutive frame, stomach turning knots. He could almost feel himself shrinking further.
"Man, you really need to pick up your clothes, Jon." She stood up to her still 5'11, looking down at the pipsqueak. "Your mom wants to put on a wash soon, so-"
"Dammit!" Jon growled, tapping the pencil to the page again. Nothing seemed to happen. "Please!" The 4'6 Jon stared up at her, his view obscured by her boobs. "Please let me be tall!"
Karyn smirked, peering over her globes like mountains and reveling in the power they seemed to give her. "Giving up that soon, huh?" Karyn tried to imagine a tall Jon, and... It just didn't fit. He'd always been a tiny little boy to her. "I'll tell you what - You stay like this for a week, and see how you like it."
"A week!?"
"Oh come on Jon-boy! Everyone knows you as the shortest boy in school already. It'll be fiiine."
"Karyn!" The boy growled. "This isn't fair."
"One week!" She reiterated, stooping down to eye level, bending at the hips and clearly enjoying the new power she had over the quivering little man. "Then I'll fix everything. I promise."
Jon was sitting in his bed later that evening, staring at the magic pencil. If Karyn thought she could get away with making him a-... Okay, maybe he did it to himself, but she still wasn't helping! And if she thought she could get away with not helping him, then she had another thing coming!
If Jon was gonna suffer through a whole week of being tiny, then Karyn was gonna suffer through...
