As Amanda made her way to the bathroom, she passed by a group of kids.

“Hey, check out the shrimp,” one of the girls said. Amanda walked faster. “Hey, where are you going?” the same voice said, before she felt something grab her by the arm.

Amanda slowly looked up. “Oh, no,” she thought to herself. It was Samantha. “Can this day get any worse?”

“Just where are you going, Short Stuff?” She stopped, recognizing the face. “Amanda? Oh, my God. What the hell happened to you?” The other kids crowded around her, making her feel practically insignificant. The tallest she came up to on any of them was the very bottom of Samantha’s very generous chest.

“Um…I have…reverse puberty, I guess.” Amanda replied. “Can I go now?” She tried to pull away.

“Hold on, hold on,” Samantha replied, gripping Amanda tighter. “I’m not through with you yet.”

“You’re shrinking, aren’t you?” she asked, a smile slowly creeping on her face.

“N-No, of course, not,” Amanda replied, squirming in her grasp. “People can’t shrink, you know that.”

“No, you just did,” Samantha said, not believing it. “I just felt you shrink.” It was true; now Amanda only came up to the top of Sam’s toned abs. “You’re gonna be famous in this school when I'm through with you,” the gossip queen said, smiling down at the tiny girl.

Just then, the principal walked up. “Just what the hell is going on here?!” Every kid turned around, causing Samantha to ease her grip a little bit. That was all the advantage Amanda needed. She maneuvered her way out of the other girl’s grip and practically ran towards the bathroom. Not to use the facilities, but just to sit in a stall and cry her sad little eyes out and wonder why every bad thing seems to happen to her.

A few minutes later, that’s exactly where she was. By now, Amanda was barely 4 feet tall, maybe a little less. Her pants were lying on the floor, thanks to her shrinking. Her shirt was a few sizes too big for her.

Amanda dabbed her eyes with a tissue, then wiped her nose with the same piece, before throwing it behind her into the toilet.

“Damn it,” she said softly, her voice shaking. “Why do these things always happen to me? I mean, my brother is a jock, he’s pretty popular. Everything seems to be going his way. He has a girlfriend, he does well in school. He seems pretty happy. Why can’t any of that happen to me?”

“I just wish that I was my original height,” she said to no one in particular. “Is that so much to ask?” Suddenly, she grew a foot and a half, back to her original height of 5’4”. Amanda gasped, as she realized what had just happened.

She pulled her pants back up and walked out of the stall. Stopping in front of a mirror, she thought of something else. “I wish I could have 20 extra pounds of muscle.” Just as it had happened a few moments earlier, Amanda’s body began changing to fill her wish. Her entire body tightened up, her muscles becoming more defined by the second. By the time it was all over, she looked more like a Figure Competitor. One of the larger ones, at that.

“This can’t be,” Amanda said, examining her body in the mirror. “How could…” Then it dawned on her. Every time she vocally wished for something, it happened.

“I must have absorbed all of the gun’s powers when it exploded in my hands this morning. This is so cool!”

“I wonder if I can do it mentally, as well.” She stood silent for a moment, looking at the mirror. Just then, she grew two inches.

“Oh, my God, this is awesome!” Amanda flexed one of her arms, noticing a very well defined bicep rise.

“And THAT is pretty awesome, too.”

With a newfound confidence, she walked over to her stall and picked up her backpack, slinging it over her shoulders. She fixed her make up again, wiping away the smeared mascara that was all over her face.

And then, she went to her first class, ready to make some more changes…