The look on her face turns to horror. She acts feverish and panicked. She could even be dangerous, very dangerous to the doll sized men and women now fearing for their lives at her feet. But she's afraid of it all. She doesn't know what to do and bursts into frightful tears.
How disappointing! Instead of putting that chump to heel, she's going to cry on him. "You fail at this, Rebecca," you say to no one in particular as you take aim and reduce her back to normal. Before she can do any more dishonor to the gift of power you've given her, she's standing baffled and maybe an inch or two more below her boyfriend.
'Serves you right.' While everyone is still wondering whether what they experienced was some mass hallucination or reality, you slip into the lobby of the nearby Student Union. Within seconds, you're lost amidst a sea of other twenty-somethings.
While you drift through the crowds, you begin to seriously consider the philosophical ramifications of this power. You can't just grow any girl you see. Most women are so repressed by the dominant patriarchal culture that they wouldn't even know what to do with the sort of power you could give them. They'd wind up like Rebecca or worse. No, what you need to look for is someone who's already powerful in will. A strong woman who stands apart, is free-spirited, independent, intelligent and... 'wait a second.'
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