"What do I do with this thing?" Rick asked in a panicked voice.
"I don't know...press Rewind!"
Rick found the button and hit it. Tricia was zapped once again, and to her immense relief she could feel her shrinking stop. After another tense moment of holding her breath, she watched her vantage point begin to rise. In a few more seconds she was back up to Rick's knees. A few more after that and she was at his waist.
"But what were you trying to shrink for?" Rick asked. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Give me the remote and I'll explain everything." Tricia was now back to her regular height, and stopped there.
"This thing can change people however they want?" Rick was now thumbing some buttons.
"Be careful!" Tricia said, shifting her cowlike body away from the tip of the remote. "Yes. If you give it to me I can show you."
"And what if I don't?" Rick asked. A smirk crept across his face.
Tricia had had enough. She grabbed the remote out of his hands and fired it at him. He made a motion to take it back, but as the white ray hit him, he froze.
Tricia blinked. The Pause button worked. She took a few hoof steps back from him and surveyed his still form.
"Well, not quite the way I expected things would work out, but at least I get a happy ending out of this." She looked through the remote's options and began making adjustments to Rick.
She started by shrinking him a solid foot. He was now much shorter than she was, sinking to a tiny 4'4". Then she pressed a button with the female symbol on it and watched the changes take effect.
Rick still remained in place, mouth half-open, right arm reaching out for a remote that was no longer where he thought it was. Only now, he was growing a new, round set of B-cup breasts and a shoulder-length bob of sandy brown hair. She looked farther down his body just in time to see his penis shrivel all the way up into his crotch, making way for a roomy new vagina. His hips widened as his muscles shrank into petite feminine curves.
"I'm going to be nice to you, Rick," Tricia said nonchalantly. "I'm going to keep you human. But now your name is going to be Rey. I doubt this remote can change your bad habbits and your personal preferences, so you'll be a lesbian, but I'm sure you'll have a slightly harder time finding chicks to fuck." She continued to punch the remote's buttons. His old clothes wouldn't fit him now. She quickly whipped up a new outfit for Rey. A standard set of undergarments, followed by a white tee-shirt, a knee-length green plaid skirt and a white sweater. Her legs were fitted with pantyhose and her feet were set in black high heels.
Tricia stood across the room from Rey and pressed Play. Rey immediately grabbed the air in front of her, completing her initial move to snatch the remote from Tricia, then looked at Tricia's new location.
"What the--?" she asked. Her eyes widened as her brain processed the voice it just heard. It was distinctly feminine, with a noticably annoying tone that would likely turn most prospective female ventures away. "What've you done to me?"
"I'm putting you in your place, Rey," Tricia answered. "I just wanted to tell you before I make the final adjustment, that it was fun. Somewhat." She then adjusted the World Awareness setting so that only she would remember the changes that had taken place. Suddenly there was a flash, and Rey calmed down. She looked around the room for a minute, apparently trying to assess the events that had just occurred for which she was formulating a new understanding.
"Are...are we finished?" Rey asked. "I was really hoping we could go another round."
"Rey, I just don't think we're meant for each other." Tricia held the remote behind her back as she approached Rey and touched her shoulder with her other hand. "I'd rather just stay co-workers."
"We can never just stay...co-workers..." Rey said as she slid a hand to grasp Tricia's behind.
Tricia jumped back, startled, but not entirely surprised. "Rey, stop it. I'm straight, and that's the way it'll always be. Now please, just get out."
Rey looked dejected, confused, and frustrated all in the span of a second. She opened her mouth to protest, but Tricia glared down at the small woman, and that seemed to shut her up.
As Rey left Tricia's home, Tricia stomped the carpet with her hoof. "Girls will be boys," she growled. Her tail twitched in agitation. She still felt unsatisfied, wishing she could have done worse to Rick, turned him into an ant or a slug, but she knew her heart wasn't in it. This was as much revenge as her conscience would allow.
She set about restoring her bedroom to its normal state as she pondered what she would do tomorrow.