You're sitting on the porcelain counter, soaking wet and nude. You carefully drop yourself down to the floor and turn to look at yourself in the mirror. As far as you can tell, you're done growing. You feel slightly taller than before, maybe 6ft2 instead of 6ft even, but considering the amount of water Tara hit you with you're extremely lucky to not be 60 feet tall. Speaking of Tara, you see her expression of shock in the mirror and quickly look for a towel to cover yourself.
"Here," she said, reaching into a cupboard next to her and pulling one out. '
"Thank you," you reply, covering yourself up, "thanks for everything."
"Yeah absolutely, of course," Tara said, her attention returning to the water gun. "How did you get this?"
"I just sort of found it."
"You just... found a shrinking gun?"
"There was a knock at my door, no one was there, and this gun was just sitting in an unmarked box."
"Did it come with instructions?"
"Nope, just the gun, preloaded with water. Hey, sorry, did you happen to see where my clothes ended up when you brought me in here?"
"Oh right! No, sorry," Tara stammered, "uh give me a minute I'll see if I can find them out there."
"Tara?" you ask.
"Yeah?"
You've noticed that she's still holding the water gun. She's a great friend and she's very trustworthy, but... still.
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