Mark extended his hand to her, 'shall we head to the bedroom my trophy wife.' he said with a grin.
She looked at him with disgust, 'I don't think so. Look at me why would I hand around you now. I'm too good for you now.' she laughed. She turned away.
'You are an idiot.' he told her calmly and aim his hand at her. Suddenly she realized her mistake and turned around quickly but it was too late.
'NO!' she yelled holding out her hand trying to protect herself from an invisible attack.
She started shrinking the tight dress wrinkled as it loosened on her diminishing frame and then in almost an instant her head and arms appeared to be sucked into the top of the dress and her legs into the bottom. The empty dress with a pile of hair that looked like a wig fell to the ground coming to a rest on top of a pair of empty high heeled boots. Jesse was no where to be seen. Mark picked up what was Jesse's Hair and put it in the trash along with the dress. He then picked up on of the boot and put his hand inside and pulled it out when he found what he was looking for.
He pulled it out, it was a small white mouse and he had it by the tail. 'Am I too good for you now?' he asked it as he waved his hand.
'No No change me back! I'll be good.' the mouse squeaked.
'Too late you had your chance.' he told her He wished for a cage and one appeared on the table 'This will keep you safe from the cat.' he laughed and put her inside.