"Yah!" the little blonde clasped her hands obviously glad she got her way. Randy handed over the size ray.
He still had his doubts about this, but it was literary out of his hands now.
Holly curiously looked over the gun. Examining the switch that controlled the modes. She turned the gun around in her hands, the barrel pointed towards Randy.
"So when I pull at this it starts shooting right?" she asked pointing at the trigger. The teen boy nod in agreement.
"Alright, but can you aim at--" before Randy could finishes his sentence Holly began to squeeze the trigger.
He didn't know if she planned this or if she thought it up on the fly. What he did know was that there was a blast of energy hitting him in the chest. The seven year old squealed in delight when the beam hit Randy.
The boy sighed as he felt a cold shiver running through his veins. His surroundings begin to spin a little. Holly giggled as she watched him dwindle. Randy's clothes started to become baggy. His shirt began to feel heavy, his jeans and boxers began to slip down. He struggled to keep them up.
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