Before Kyle's bed-sized hand can get to you, the spray nozzle goes in your mouth and you pull the trigger twice. That might have been overkill. It was a very unscientific move, especially considering that you have no idea if you could get back to normal after it's all said and done. This was a pure ego move: if Kyle got one spray, you've gotta get two.
The change didn't happen fast enough. Kyle successfully grabs a suffocating hold of you and starts to lift you off the ground. Tara is barely even pretending to try and stop him now. She's fascinated by your tiny frame in such a humiliating predicament. You don't know what's scarier, Kyle's rage or how into this whole thing Tara seems to be. You don't have long to think about how fucked you are because suddenly as you're dangling about 30 feet above the pavement, the change starts to take effect.
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