"We don't see eye-to-eye, Sarah? Is that it?" you ask angrily.
She looks at you and just laughs. "You don't get it yet."
Laughing again, she bends down a little and tightens up your belt.
"How did you even do this to me?" you protest.
"Roll up your pantlegs, you look like a jackass."
"Well I feel like a jackass," you mutter. You bend down, and roll up your jeans. "I'm about to go--"
"Oof-ah!"
"What?" you look up at her.
"Nothing..." she smiles slyly, shrugging shakily.
"I'm going to go shopping." you continue, rolling up the other leg. "Shopping. Not shrinking!" You glare up at her and stand up.
"Ha-ha shorty!" she says.
"How the hell did you even--" you stand up all the way, and stop. She's probably six inches taller than you now. This makes you even more furious.
"YOU JUST TOLD ME TO ROLL UP MY PANTLEGS AND NOW YOU SHRINK ME AGAIN?"
"Don't yell." she smiles down.
"I.. I... I..." you try to continue.
"I'm not shrinking you, dear. I'm growing myself now. Pretty neat, huh?"
She's telling the truth. She's more than six inches taller now. her clothes are getting tighter. You stare up in awe as she ascends.
"I'm growing shopping, honey. That's all. You're... gonna see things my way today."
A light ripping sound comes from her jeans, as they become capris.
She pats you on the head and starts growing faster.
"How did you do this?" you ask, now more amazed than angry.