Beth raised the gun, smirking at the shocked reaction on Amanda's face, made a critical mistake - she spoke "what a dumb expression you have.. get used to it" and fired.. but not before Amanda had raised her own weapon and fired.

For a few moments, each held the gun on the other... then Beth felt the weakness creep into her already shrunken limbs, and she began to shrink, the gun becoming larger and larger in her increasingly puny and stick like arms. She cried out and held her entire body under the gun, trying to support it with her frame, but the barrel slipped upward, and was firing inneffectually at the ceiling.

Beth desperately tried to correct, but her core muscles failed to support the sudden movement, her balance useless, and her arms finally gave out. The gun tumbled over onto the ground, and she lay desperately looking at Amanda's now glazed expression as she continued to hold the gun on her.

Her clothes, already baggy, now fit her like a tent, and she couldn't even raise her tiny legs. The entire room seemed gigantic. Beth could do nothing but writhe as she was reduced to a tiny stick like figure. It was nearly 30 seconds before Amanda finally turned the gun away from her, roughly the size of a toddler. Beth weakly tried to crawl to the gun, and with agonizing slowness, began to pull herself forward, but after 15 seconds Amanda went forward, scooping the gun in her hands "No, that's bad! You do bad thing with gun!" Amanda effortlessly pulled away

Amanda looked over at the gun carefully and paused. The gun was bad. She knew something was wrong with her, but peacing exactly what, and how to fix it, somehow eluded her. Concentration was difficult.

Beth turned back towards Amanda, who was standing there for nearly 30 seconds, and presumedly trying to work out what to do with the gun. Beth began slowly rising to her feet and speaking - she was apalled by how high and weedy her voice was, and how much effort it took just to stand - she had to cling to the bottom of Amanda's office chair just to stay upright - and it took her nearly a minute just to do that. Her tiny arms and legs felt like she'd just spent hours lifting freeweights.

Just then, a momentary look of elation appeared on Amanda's face, and . "Yerrek... Yureee... I know what do!" she flipped one of the dials on the gun and shot herself.