Amanda didn't want to rush herself. She finally had the chance to make her dreams come true, given the gun worked as she thought it would, ad she didn't want to screw this up.

She thought of all the people that have picked on her over the years. Zach, a guy that was a good friend of the jocks at school and in an effort to fit in with them, had begun to pick on other students, including Amanda. Almost every day, he would point out her "weak spots;" namely, her barely A-cup breasts and, in his opinion, her average looks. He had a pretty stocky build; he wasn't the biggest guy in school, but he stayed in shape. Maybe taking a few dozen pounds of muscle off his body would help him realize the error of his ways.

Then Amanda thought about Sarah, one of the head cheerleaders at her school. She had a body that most other girls at school envied: classic hourglass shape, curves in all the right places, pretty large breasts. But she also acted pretty snobby towards everyone else at school, except for her fellow cheerleader friends and the football players she always hung around with. Sarah deemed the other students unworthy of her time and always acted like she was better than everyone else. She was envied and hated at the same time. Perhaps if Amanda used the gun to take away a few of those curves or, better yet, cause her to shrink down a few feet, it would teach her a lesson.

Then again, Amanda thought about using the ray gun for good, instead of revenge. She knew a girl at school, Stacy, who was very short; in fact, she was only a few inches taller than 4 feet. Apparently, when she was a little kid, she had a growth hormone deficiency of some kind and, as a result, she never grew to her full height. To add on op of that, she was also pretty flat-chested and her appearance was...well, she was average-looking, more or less.

The girl was a good friend of hers and if Amanda used the gun to make her friend taller and maybe more curvy also, it would be a huge favor to the girl.

Then again, Amanda could just use the gun on herself before she left or school tomorrow. Going from a skinny girl to a muscle powerhouse literally overnight would surely turn a few heads at school.

Amanda placed the gun back into her backpack and zipped it up. She had plenty of time to contemplate her first move with the strange gun she found earlier. Right now, she had homework to do and dinner to eat with her family...

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It was nighttime. Amanda was dressed in her pajamas and was about ready for bed. She went into the bathroom to brush her teeth before lying down.

As she lay down on her bed, her bedroom light turned off, Amanda took the strange gun she found earlier that afternoon out of her backpack again and stared down at it. The metallic handle shone with a hazy orange, thanks to the streetlight that was situated right outside her house.

Amanda saw the two dials on either side of the gun and thought about how she was going to use it the next day. She smiled a little, amazed at all the power she now held in her hands. If this gun worked the way she thought it would, it could change the entire world, for the better or the worse. "If this gun ever fell into the wrong hands..." she thought to herself, before placing the gun down on her nightstand.

She was a little anxious about using the gun the next day, so she was having some trouble falling asleep. She eventually did, however.

When she awoke the next day, Amanda...