"Not quite," says Terrence, "I'm actually here to get you a bit of revenge, if you want, Eric." The bulky dwarf perks up, and a smile spreads across his face. Eric shuffles in his seat, still without pants but mostly covered by his oversized shirt. His small, bulging pectorals tighten the fabric near the collar, but otherwise, the whole garment is loose, like a dress. You probably should have taken the shirt from him earlier, as it was originally made for a 6'4" frame like your current one. Suddenly, Terrence's words sink in and you stare at him with alarm, forgetting your trivial train of thought. "You mean get revenge ON Eric, right? I mean, he's always been kind of ignored you, right?" Terrence nods. "You're completely right, [name]. I'm going to leave him as is to teach him a lesson. Unfortunately, I think it's one you need to learn too. I heard you on the phone. If you think dwarfism is nothing more than a "punishment" as you called it, maybe you deserve it."
The former little person raises his hand so that you catch sight of a glinting gem. The magic ring! How...? "I pulled it off at the end of our handshake. From the look on your face, I'm guessing this is where the magic is. I thought so -- you said it was new, and anyways, I spend 40 hours a week trying to get to the bottom of bullshit at work. I'm pretty good at it." He slides on the ring. You're not sure you can get it back, but you have to try. You rush towards Terrence, but you don't even have close to his muscle tone. Sure, you've got Eric's old height, but that's not enough. He holds you back with one straining arm, and Eric rises from the couch tackling your long legs from the side. You both fall to the floor and he climbs onto your chest, planting his squat legs on either side of your neck and using his small, burly arms, to press on your belly, winding you. Terrence is still standing, though, examining the ring. "He just kissed it and then this happened," the former giant said, not really caring that he would not be restored so soon. God damn, Eric. Misery loves company, you guess.
Terrence ponders for a moment then kisses the ring, executing the change perfectly. Your body suddenly collapses, and you shrink all at once, causing Eric to tumble off of your chest. A crackle of purple energy circuits the room before suddenly disappearing. "I'm in a group where little people professionals go to socialize and talk business. One guy in particular was going to get limb-extension surgery if you can believe it. I'm sure he didn't mind doing a swap with you."
Terrence is still talking, but you're distracted by your body. You stand to examine yourself, and Eric does the same, grinning. He's taller than you now, fuck. 2 inches of height difference seems like a lot more when you're less than 4 feet tall. Your pants, which just minutes ago left a large portion of your legs exposed, now do the same for a different reason. They pool around your ankles, and you step out of them effortlessly. Your shirt, which had exposed your belly-button, has become a "dress" like Eric has. "Not to worry," says Terrence, apparently reading your thoughts, "I brought some clothes. And if you don't mind, I'm going to go get some of yours while you take a look at your new self." Your 4-inch dick, much shorter than that because of its flaccid state, flops limply between your thick thighs. Your arms and legs look so much fatter, but perhaps it's a side effect of the achrondoplasia, or maybe just a visual illusion since they're much shorter.
"Nice face, fuckwad," says Eric, chuckling gleefully. You retrieve your phone from your crumpled pants, setting them back down on the ground. You flip the camera into selfie mode, and see a very different face looking back at you. Although Terrence (and Eric, who inherited his dwarfism) had faces largely unaffected by their condition, yours featured a couple qualities more common in little people. Your forehead stretched up longer, with a more prominent brow. Your chin is more angular too, giving you a "manlier" lantern jaw. But one change that is inexplicable is your nose, which is shrunken and pushed up into a piggish tilt. You haven't noticed any other changes yet, so that's probably your random change. Not something you needed in the middle of your face. You feel ugly -- if you were going to be stuck like this, why couldn't your face have stayed the same like Eric's? That asshole doesn't deserve to be let off easy. You hate to do it in front of this jerk and the power-hungry man who changed you, but you start to silently cry.
Terrence comes back into the room, crouching down to pat you on the shoulder. He's wearing one of your work outfits, gray slacks and a short-sleeved white button up. It only reminds you how much everything has changed for you. "It's okay, [name], in fact..."