Amanda breathed in deep a few times, trying to catch her breath. “What the hell just happened?” she thought, still feeling funny after the gun exploded in her face.

Amanda walked over to the full-length mirror in her room, studying herself closely. She seemed to be okay; no scars, no burns on her face or hands. Everything seemed fine. Her shirt felt a little loose, though…

Amanda started changing into her school clothes, disappointed she wouldn’t be able to use the gun on some of her classmates. Like Samantha, one of the girls in her Chemistry class. Samantha was a cheerleader and always gave Amanda a hard time. It didn’t help that her family was pretty well off, financially, and that Samantha was always rubbing it in. And while Amanda’s family wasn’t poor by any means, she certainly fell into the lower-middle class that she shared with most of her other schoolmates.

Or Jake, one of the jocks at school. He acted like he was God’s gift to women, always trying to get into any girl’s pants that would have him. He had asked Amanda out one time and she turned him down. And a few days later, she found out that Jake had started a rumor that she was gay.

Some people just didn’t deserve to have the body that Jake had. If the gun still worked, Amanda would have siphoned most of the muscle off of Jake’s 6’3”, 275 pound body and gave it to a boy much more deserving. Or, kept it all for herself…

Amanda stood up, noticing her pants were sagging a little bit. She took a few steps and nearly fell; her shoes were one size too big for her feet now. “What the hell?” she said out loud, looking at herself in the mirror again. Then it hit her. She was shrinking!

She guessed that she stood about 5 feet even now. It was a slow shrink, but still was pretty noticeable, at least to her. Her shirt was looking a little big, so she quickly swapped it out for another in the back of her closet, one from her middle school days. It felt a little tight on her, but Amanda figured she would shrink into it.

“Amanda!” her mother yelled from downstairs. “It’s time to go to school!”

“I’m almost ready!” she yelled back. She couldn’t go to school like this. What if she kept shrinking? But, if she stayed home, her mother would just take her to the doctor, and the fact that she was shrinking would be apparent to everyone. Maybe it would stop soon, she hoped silently to herself.

“Fuck it!” Amanda said, grabbing her much heavier backpack, slinging it over her shoulder. She made a mad dash for the door, hoping she wouldn’t run into anyone. “Damn it! Why do I always have the bad luck?” she thought to herself as she ran.

Amanda cleared the steps and made her way hastily to the front door. She turned around for a moment to see if anyone was watching her, then…