Your roommate Megan is a total bitch and always unpleasant to be around, but she is really hot and she has dumb friends, so you bet you could get away with being her for a while. You walk over to her door and knock, and she says, "What is it, loser?" The fun never stops.
You step into her room and see she's wearing a hot maroon button-down shirt and really tight jeans. She really is hot. You pull out the gun and point it at Megan, but right before you shrink her you realize you don't want to shrink down her clothes, too, as you don't know who she's seen and who expects her to be dressed the same as she was earlier in the day. So with the gun pointed at her, and Megan clearly panicked, probably thinking it's a real gun, you say "strip." She looks at you with fear in her eyes. "What are you going to-" "Just do it, " you say, cutting her off. After all the times she treated you like shit, you don't really care about reasoning with her.
So Megan takes all her clothes off, and she is truly surprised when you fire the gun at her and she shrinks. You shrink her down to about an inch, maybe an inch and a half, and you reach down to pick her up. You expect her to start running away, but it looks like she's too shocked even to move. So you pick her up fairly gently, wrapping her up in the ends of your fingers. You look around her room and decide to set her on top of her TV. That way she'll have nowhere to go.
But now you want to get ready to see what it's like to be Megan for a while, so you ignore her to start getting ready. The first part is the most tense: turning yourself into her. You set your gun to "transform," point it at yourself, and fire, imagining yourself turning into your hot roommate. With a flash, it works, as you now find yourself shorter, thinner, and a lot more top-heavy. You give your new breasts a quick squeeze and steal a smirk at the little captive Megan on top of the TV, but you want to get ready, so you start putting on Megan's outfit. Putting on her bra and thong is the most fun, and you're surprised at how easy it is. Megan must have developed really flexible arm muscles hooking the back of her bra every day.
Anyway, you button up the maroon blouse and hop into her skin-tight blue jeans. You put on her shoes and look at yourself in the mirror, marveling at how hot you are. This is really fun. Just then, you can hear tiny Megan asking timidly, "what are you doing?" She seems a lot less confident now, a fact you decide to point out. "You're not so confident now, are you, you little bitch," you begin. "I'm taking over your life. This is my life now." Megan doesn't say anything and just stares at you with a look of horror. You smirk again. "Oh come on, this'll be fun."
Megan's cell phone goes off, and you walk over to where it's lying on her desk. "I'll get it," you say to tiny Megan with a smile. The caller ID says someone named Marissa, which must be one of Megan's dumb friends. "Oh, hi!" you say into the phone, pretending to recognize the caller. "Hey Meg," says Marissa, "we're all ready to meet up in 15 minutes." "Wait, where are we meeting again?" you ask, a little worried your ruse won't work. "Out in front of your building, you idiot," she says, and you smile knowing you've gotten away with it, for now at least. "So, are you coming?" she asks.
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