"Whoa," Jennifer cries, holding out her arms to maintain balance as the platform boots slide across the carpet. Realization sets in and the girl's blue eyes bulge. "Oh my God, this is happening. You're really doing this, aren't you?"
"You're not in Wonderland, so yeah, it must be me."
Five inches later, the girl is tall enough to see the top of your head. You pull your thumb away from the button and hold up the device. When she steps forward, you instinctively step back, your fingers wrapped around the remote. It's not that you don't trust her, it's just that seeing her this much taller is unnerving. Her shoulders are up to your eyeballs, her elbows up to your chest.
"Jesus, Robby, you weren't kidding. This is surreal. I wouldn't say it's better than scotch, but I'm definitely feeling something."
"Is that a good thing?"
"Not sure about that yet. I'm still trying to process what just happened, to be honest." Examining her hands, Jennifer asks, "Where in the hell did you get that thing?"
"Some guy who said he knew my dad. They must have worked together on a project or something."
"That's one hell of a project. You can reverse it, right?"
You turn the remote around to show her. "Yeah, it's got a built-in reverse button and everything. Why, you don't like it?"
"It's not the worst thing ever," Jennifer says as she takes in the relatively smaller room. "Actually, it's pretty fucking cool, but I'm not sure this should be a permanent thing, you know?"
"Why do you say that?"
"It's weird. Everything looks smaller, especially you. Don't know if I could get used to that."
With a half shrug, you tell her, "I'm sure you could."
"So you're saying you want me to stay like this?"
"That's your call, Jen. It does look pretty good on you."
Jennifer smiles and shakes her head. "So do fishnet stockings, but I wouldn't wear them all the time. Seriously, though, that's one hell of a remote. What are you going to do with it?"
"Haven't decided yet. So many possibilities."
"No kidding," the tall girl laughs. "Just imagine the wrong people getting their hands on that thing. Did you show anybody else?"
Emily immediately springs to mind. That little brat, there's no telling what she would use it for, but you know that it wouldn't be good for you in particular. Jennifer of all people can understand that sentiment. You tell her, "Just you. We're the only ones who know."
"I do have a few ideas, if you don't care."
"What do you have in mind?"
Holding out her hand, your older stepsister says...
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