"Really, he's going to be a skinny twirp for ever?" Said Amanda remindingly.

"I don't care!" Said Jess more defiantly. Amanda spoke out "You are SO full of shit you don'-"

Jess interupted her, anger in her voice. "Ok, I care. I admit it, I like the muscle - I like him the way he is, but that's not the only reason I'm with him. He can be nice, when he wants to be - he just really resents you. I don't know why" she said angrily.

Amanda stopped for a moment.. glared, at her, and then sighed. "Your wrong. I was just going to let you walk.. but you don't leave me much choice but to try and prove you wrong"

"I got a bet to make with you....


* * *

Robert awoke from a recurring nightmare in a hospital bed covered in sweat. After taking a moment to realize he was still alive, he quickly patted himself down and realized he was still in one peice, not skinny or shrank down in any way - though his junk hurt like hell.

His sister filled him in on the details during his recovery. She looked normal again, and though he'd get back at her later, he wasn't in much of a condition to do so now. It turned out the ray's effect was temporary - at least the muscle and growth effects. She was her old skinny self, and he was his usual normal size.. and the muscle growth thing didn't work anymore apparently - the gun had been damaged by their fighting.

After she'd beat the hell out of him, the ray wore off. Jess and Amanda had struggled for the ray, and Jess had taken a shrink ray that given her a body not much different then a stick. She'd gone from a 10 to a 5.5 at best, and a nice firm D to an A. She'd left the cheerledaing squad due to "illness".

They'd of course, lied about what happened to the basement - the whole place had collapsed due to "shoddy contracting combined with a localized earthquake". His sister had clothed him and made up some wonderful bullshit about how he'd fallen down the front stairs as the house collapsed and landed ON the birdfeeder.

What could he do? The truth was unbelivable, and he wasn't in a position to want to advertise it. He went along with it. He wasn't sure if his sister had the gun, but the real explanationn had no evidence - the home had freaking collapsed. He wanted to kill his sister, but he'd be hobbling around for the next few days. He half wanted to believe that the whole thing was a dream, but one look at Jess taught him otherwise.

Things went... sorta back to normal after that. The insurance people were suprisingly nice about not invoking the "act of god" clause, and he perfectly healthy - just a bit tender for the next few days. For some reason his sister treated him nice after that - she'd appologized privately, and then left him alone - he hadn't done anything back to her yet - some petty vengence wouldn't be worth a kick to the nads, and he figured the best thing was to forget about that surreal situation for now - he'd try and put it out of his mind - the whole damned episode didn't make any sense, and he was happy getting back to his regular world like nothing had changed.

That just left Jess. She was still, apparently his girlfriend, but she was different now. He didn't quite get the same thrill from staring at her parctically non-existant chest. She'd worn wonderbras to cover it up, but she couldn't disguise the 3 inches of height or the loss of all her glorious curves. A few fridays later, he made up his mind.






"No take backies after htis