"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 You probably should have taken the shirt from him earlier, as it was originally made for a 6'4" frame like your current one.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. There is this poor woman there who wants to have a child, but doesn't want to pass on her disability. I'm sure she would appreciate a chance at a safe pregnancy."
Terrence is still talking, but you're distracted by your body. You stand to examine yourself, and Eric follows suit. Your shirt cascades down your body, blocking your groin and ass from sight. Your pants, too SHORT only a minute before, now fall to the floor along with your boxers. They have no hope of staying around your waist. In fact, your waist seems strangely small, even considering your new condition. And Eric is almost a half-foot taller than you, making you only 3'7". How could you end up so small? Is this your second change? With horror, you see a very different form stretching out beneath you. Suddently, the sound of Terrence talking comes to an abrupt halt. He must be coming to the same realization as you. "Oh my," he says, "[name], you're a woman!"
You finally notice a bulge in the front of your shirt. You raise your hand in disbelief, and feel a pert breast under your own shrunken palm. Your breasts -- no, they're not yours, you remind yourself. It's just the ring. But the breasts hanging off your chest add extra weight to your torso, which has reshaped itself a little to be a subtle hourglass shape. Your hands and feet are so small you can't believe it. You grab Eric's hand roughly, holding up your own to his. Eric's fingers are all at least an inch longer than yours, and your palm is much smaller too. The dwarf jock just stares at you wide-eyed, unsure what to make of your change. He's probably counting himself lucky that he got off so easy, you think. Your feet must be in child sizes again, although you're no expert on women's shoes.
You walk to the bathroom without a word to finish your examination. The mirror is too high up for you to see your own reflection -- you probably need a stepstool to use the sink properly, even. Fishing around in a cabinet underneath the sink, you manage to find a mirror and look at your face. As a result of the achrondoplasia, your face seems narrower and your forehead higher, but it's still recognizable. Somewhat. Your face is so much more feminine. Thinner brows, longer lashes, smoother skin, rounder features. You raise a squat arm to your face, unable to believe this is your reflection. Honestly, you feel repulsed. You've always known you were gay, and have never had any interest in the fairer sex past friendship. Being in a woman's body is making you feel distant, unreal. But of course, if you've become female...
You take a deep breath, nausea rising in your stomach. You were only just coming to terms with having a 4-inch cock, now... You lift off the oversized t-shirt with some effort, your shortened limbs making the endeavour much more difficult. When you get the garment off, you pause. You stare downwards in disbelief. You have a fucking pussy. Where your dick used to be, limp looking pink-brown folds stare back. You touch the outside of your new appendage gingerly, feeling a strange tingling in your pelvis and gut. Disoriented and upset, you throw the t-shirt back on, starting to cry. You don't want to look at this body any more, you can't bear the thought that this is the new you. How could this happen? Will you be stuck like this?
Terrence knocks lightly on the bathroom door. "I grabbed some of your clothes, I hope you don't mind. Didn't want to wear that costume all day!" He's trying to joke with you, you think, tears still running down your cheeks. You were trying to do something good for him, and this is how he repaid you. There's no humor in you, only dread. You say nothing.
"Look, name," Terrence says, "I..."