She springs to her feet with joy. You get up with her. After all, it's the least you can do for her after the job that she did for your back.
"Great! Oh thank you!" she says with glee, "I knew you'd be open minded. Alright, stand still. This won't hurt a bit. I think"
:"Wait, what are you going to do to me?" you ask with a smile.
"We'll see", she says. She lifts the book to her sight, opens it and reads a spell. The words, said clearly and nicely from her mouth are "Subtraxerim Altitudo".
Glowing rays of blue blind you and pass through your very body. The light is near blinding. You rub your eyes and open them, trying to get some sort of a hint of vision.
Eventually, your eye sight does come around, but your surroundings are no where close to what they were like before. Everything from the Payton, the desks, the chairs, and even the pencils have grown at least sixty feet. Right now, at this moment, you're the size of a six inch doll.
Shocked and excited, Payton jumps up and down, happy that the spell was a success. The jumps boomed throughout the room. Soon, they began to get louder as she runs towards you.
"Oh My GOD! It worked it actually worked!" her voice boomed. "Oh come here, lets have a closer look at you".
You look up to see a gigantic hand coming your way. Before you can move, she scoops you up from off the ground and holds you up to her excited face and eyes.
"So, can I ask for another favor?" she asks you. Her voice is as loud as a helicopter taking off.
"This wasn't it" you respond confused.You're still trying to Process exactly what just happened.
"Of course not", she giggles, "Let me explain. I can get lonely. Real lonely. I've hardly got anyone to hand out with or talk to when I'm at home. And Ever since you've gotten that job, you're always at work. I want to have you around forever.
You gulp.
"So...so what now?" you ask hesitantly.
"Well...what do you think?" she laughs, "Now you're gonna be my little tiny man to keep me company. Wouldn't that be fun? What do you say? It'll only be for a year or two. I'll keep you happy. Please?"
You sweat. A year or two? She can't be serious.
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