Amanda knew Kelly was the way to go. Her brother could wait until another time. She quickly formulated a plan and, knowing that Kelly would be there any minute, scarfed down the rest of her food. Once done, Amanda rushed upstairs and quickly began flipping through her photo albums, finding and pulling out specific pictures. Once she had about 6 or 7 selections she made her way back down stairs and stuffed them in her backpack.

A few moments the doorbell rang and Amanda, knowing it was Kelly, said her goodbyes and left the house for school.

“Hiya, Colossus!” Kelly chirped as Amanda made her way down the porch steps and onto the sidewalk. Amanda loved Kelly’s bubbly spirit and her constant positive outlook on life. Today she was wearing a light blue t-shirt shirt that highlighted her perky B cup breasts. Her boobs, though small, were perfectly suited to her body and Kelly would always refer to them as her “Killer Bs.” She also wore tan, khaki capri pants that hugged her hips and framed her tight belly beautifully. Her dark brown hair was tied back in a pony tail.

“Hey there, little lady.” Amanda replied, marveling at the fact that Kelly, who’s head used to be right around shoulder level for her, now only came up to the lower part of her breasts.

“I’ve got a question for you,” Amanda said.

“Shoot.”

“Would you believe me if I told you that yesterday I was a scrawny weakling who was only a little taller than you?” Amanda asked.

“No,” Kelly said with intonation that this was a particularly dumb question, “I’ve known you for years and you’ve always been massively gigantic. What kind of question is that?”

“Well,” Amanda said, “it’s true. Yesterday I found this.... thing that transformed me, and then changed the past so that I was always this way.”

Kelly laughed, “That’s impossible.”

“Are you sure? Is it more likely that a teenager grew up to be the strongest person in the world or could I have had outside help. Here,” Amanda reached into her bag and pulled out the gun, “this is what made me big. I know you’ve always wanted to be taller, so I thought I would let you use it.”

“You’re crazy!” Kelly said, but in her heart she really wanted to believe the story was true.

“Here,” Amanda said offering her the gun, “just try it. Couldn’t hurt, right. If I’m wrong you stay the same and call me crazy, but if I’m right... Think of the possibilities!”

Kelly took the strange gun from Amanda. “Why didn’t you just shoot me to prove it worked?”

“I have this theory. I think the person who fires the gun retains their memories of the way things were while everyone else only remembers the new history. If I shot you you would grow, but you wouldn’t remember being any different. This way you’ll be able to appreciate being taller since you’ll remember being shorter.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Kelly said examining the dials on the side.

“When I was small I was a little taller than you are now. I grew to this size with the dials at 65% muscle growth and 15% height. If you want to be as tall as I am now you might want to use 20% height.”

Kelly adjusted the settings. “Here goes nothing.”

She fired directly into her chest becoming: