"Please! Make me my real size again!" begged Linda as she got on her knees in my hand.
"I can't," I said. "You told me what happened, after I'd wished you'd stay tiny forever if you ever told anyone. You're stuck at that size!"
She stood. I could just barely see tears rolling down her face. But she wasn't scared. She was angry.
"You bastard!" she yelled, though it wasn't much louder than a loud squeak from a mouse. "You did this to me! Now you fix it!"
"What am I supposed to do?" I said. "Say 'I wish everyone else in the world would shrink to your size?'"
Apparently the ring paid no attention to speculative quotes. Because, as soon as I said those words, I dwindled in size, my clothes ballooning around my body. A moment later, I crawled naked out of my shirt sleeve. I found an equally small and naked Linda standing not far away. She was looking at me with absolute hatred.
Then, she stopped looking at me, and looked at something off to my side. There, laying where it had fallen on the floor when I shrank was the ring.
We both started for it at the same time.