Gabe walked up to Mr. Kilgore, his eyes blazing with determination. Mr. Kilgore stood there, flexing his muscles and admiring himself in the mirror. Gabe took a deep breath and walked up to Mr. Kilgore, who was flexing in front of the mirrors.
"What do you want, kid?" he asked, looking down at Gabe with a sneer.
"I'm tired of you using your strength to intimidate others," Gabe said firmly.
Mr. Kilgore turned around and looked down at Gabe with a sneer. "And what are you going to do about it, kid?" he asked, as he looked over Gabe and made his muscles somehow look even bigger.
Gabe pulled out the coin and held it up. "I’m going to change things. With this," he said confidently.
Mr. Kilgore let out a loud laugh. "What is that, a shiny quarter? You think that's going to do anything to me?"
Gabe didn't say anything. He simply closed his eyes and made his wish.
At first, nothing seemed to happen. Mr. Kilgore continued to flex, his muscles bulging under his tight shirt. But then, slowly but surely, Gabe began to notice a change. Mr. Kilgore's biceps, pecs, traps, quads, abs, and more all started to shrink before his very eyes.
At first, it was barely noticeable. But as Gabe continued to focus, Mr. Kilgore's muscles grew smaller and smaller. His shirt, once tight and form-fitting, now hung off of him like a tent.
"What the hell is happening?" Mr. Kilgore shouted, looking down at his dwindling muscles in horror. "What did you do to me, you little punk?"
Gabe just stood there, a small smirk playing across his lips. He had never felt so powerful in his life. It was like he had finally taken control of his own destiny, instead of being pushed around by people like Mr. Kilgore.
Mr. Kilgore, on the other hand, was panicking. His once-impressive muscles were now mere shadows of their former selves, and he was struggling to even stand up straight.
As his muscles shrank, Mr. Kilgore's clothes started to become oversized on him. His muscle tee hung off him like a rag, and his shorts became baggy around his waist. He looked around in disbelief, trying to figure out what was happening to him.
Gabe watched as Mr. Kilgore became smaller and smaller until he was no longer the towering figure he once was. Instead, he was now just a regular-sized man, but still taller than Gabe.
Mr. Kilgore looked down at himself and then up at Gabe with a mix of confusion and anger. "What did you do to me?" he demanded.
“I used the coin to make you smaller," Gabe replied calmly. "Now you know how it feels to be small and weak."
Mr. Kilgore took a step forward, trying to intimidate Gabe with his height. "Give me that coin, now!" he barked.
Gabe smiled. "Actually, I have a better idea.”