Amanda struggled, gasping for breath - her head hurt incredibly, worse then the one time she'd gotten drunk with friends - worse then the concussion she got when she'd fallen off her bike in 6th grade. Her vision was woozy as she tried to make sense of her self and what happened - and it didn't seem to make sense.

She was vaguely aware that she could hear voices around her, though they didn't make much sense to her addled brain - but they sounded vaguely familiar - but didn't seem as important right now as her brain wandered - it was an odd sensation, a wetness on her cheeks that first convinced her to pay attention to the sound - which caused her considerable agony as her brain tried to reset itself.

She became aware that she was cold, somewhat clammy, and that her head hurt - and that her name was Amanda. Details came to her slowly as her mind decided who she was. She became aware that the voice was her brothers, though without the trace of customary scorn and aggression she'd been used to. Slowly English came to her and she began to make sense of what was being said, in a blur as it continued.

"Please Amanda! I'm sorry I ever did anything bad to you, I'm sorry I messed around with the gun, I'm sorry I let her do those things, I'm sorry I was mean to you, I thought I was dreaming, REALLY. But it's not is it? Dreams don't.... I know I've been a bad brother to you but it's...Please, WAKE UP." Her brain processed the information slowly as Robert continued to speak. For a while, she was dimly happy at her brother's distress for some reason.

Then she felt more water, and realized her idiotic brother was crying, and suddenly she felt like speaking again. She'd come up with something witty, "stop blubbering crybaby", but as she forced her lips to open and speak, it came out as "plo lubrer srydab".

Robert responded with sobbing, possibly convinced she was now a drooling retard due to brain damage. Somehow, this effort made her remember why she was angry at her brother - she seemed to be thinking clearly again. Amanda tried again "Shufff upt.. Sss-shut up Roberrrt, my head hurts." Though the pain was now down to a manageable dull ache in the back of her head and light numbness and weakness.

Robert immediately started a string of words so fast she couldn't quite piece together, but she could gather that he was glad she was alive. He went on She felt so glad that her Brother felt like the jerk he was, she tried opening her eyes - which was a mistake, because the pain was considerable enough to make her groan as her eyes got used to the light. After groaning once, she stopped and asked Robert what had happened.

He sniffed once, wiping his nose with a Kleenex before explaining how Jess had choked her out, then somehow destroyed the gun. Jess had disappeared somehow - probably torn a hole in the side of the wall and helped herself out just as the gun had.. exploded. He paused before using the word. Robert seemed much happier when his sister was speaking again, asking questions and showing she was in her right mind. "So.. she choked me out.. Ugh, Robert, appreciate how tough this is for me right now. I'm sorry I tried to shrink you - I didn't figure this would happen. Now that the gun's broken I know it's going to be tough to be small.. but at least we'll be shrimpy together."

Robert paused for a moment. "Uh.. sis. Maybe you should try opening your eyes again?" She did. The pain was bearable, and she noticed that Robert was back to being an 8 foot tall muscular behemoth. He was nearly as as big as he was before - and somehow not nearly as menacing looking. "Ugh. How the.. never mind. Robert, I.. I'm glad you're still strong."

Robert stopped "Don't worry, I've learned my lesson. I promise, I'll be nice, I've remembered what it was like to be small." he said.

Amanda looked at her brother's face and decided to take him at his word. He was of course, his brother - anyway, there wasn't much she could do about it anyway now. "Yeah, I do still wish we had that gun - I'd have liked to have been a bit bigger - certainly not the shrimp that Jess turned me into...it's going to be so hard to be so tiny.."

Robert looked at her funny for a moment "Ugh.. sis, I don't think that will be a problem... why don't you try moving your arms?" Amanda did so - the numbness and tingling was still there, but faded, and she lifted an arm up into view, and got the sock of her life as she stared into beautifully sharped and massively powerful muscle. She couldn't help herself, and she quickly pulled herself up to a sitting position - the back of her head hurt and she felt a little faint, but she managed, and she turned back towards the dresser and saw a muscular goddess staring back at herself, a huge 7,6 statuesque amazon, her massive body swollen with bulging muscle. "What the hell!?"

Robert shrugged. "I think when the ray thing died it did that. Put some nasty burns on the carpet too. Mom's gonna kill us!" Amanda blinked for a moment and then wondered...