The dragon, shocked at being suddenly so much smaller than the mouse Carrie, stood and stared dumbly around. Carrie giggled, watching the very tiny creature try to come to grips with having been big and now suddenly being the size of a bug to a normal sized person.
Speaking of normal sized…
Carrie liked being a mouse, but she didn't like the size of one. She turned the knob on the Size-O-Matic ray gun to 'Grow' and pointed it at herself. “You think I’m big to you now, dragon…” Carrie chuckled, watching the micro dragoness look up in horror and hearing a high pitched squeaking. “What’s that?” Carrie taunted, “I can’t hear you, you’re too small!”
Experimentally, she pulled the trigger and sent an orange glow around her and felt the odd sensation of swelling and growing larger. And she was! She nearly doubled her small mouse height. Pleased with the result, she shot herself again and swelled larger. It was a rather pleasant feeling, growing larger.
Carrie was now a foot and a half tall mouse. Looking down, she saw a very tiny very horrified dragon standing and looking up at the formerly small mouse woman in gaping shock. Carrie bent down and giggled, watching the little dragon scurry away and let out a bitsy squeak of alarm.
Carrie simply reached out with one hand and plucked the dragon up by the tail, raising her arm and dangling the micro reptile in front of her eyes, seeing how scared the little thing was. “This is what you get for being a big meanie and going after my husband!” Carrie scolded, before setting the dragon down at her feet. “Now give me a good reason why I shouldn’t crush you like the bug you are!”
Falling to her knees and crawling forward to hug Carrie’s toes, the dragoness proceeded to make more unintelligible high pitched squeaking. At the dragon’s current size, it was impossible to hear what she was saying, but Carrie assumed it was either pleading or apology, one of the two. Regardless, she couldn’t *really* hurt the tiny dragon, but it was fun reversing the role. “Well…” Carrie considered, raising her foot and watching the dragoness tremble. “I suppose I won’t.”
Winking at the dragoness at her foot, she grinned and shot herself with the ray again until she stood a good four feet tall. A bit dizzy from the sudden change in perspective, Carrie flopped down and let out a deep breath.
Then she let out a surprised squeak, she'd forgotten about John. She bounded up, grabbing the now positively insignificant dragoness between her fingers, and ran straight into the bathroom door. A bit miffed, but not harmed, Carrie opened the door and stood face to face with John's comically large bunny ear.
"Oh, John!" Carrie leapt up and hugged her husband tightly. "Ooph!" John replied.
"Where'd that dragon go?" John finally managed to ask, as his mousey lover let go of him and they stood in front of each other.
“Well, she’s right here!” Carrie giggled, and held the teensy Dragon out in her palm, a little ant sized spec in her hand.
“Whoa!” John gasped, staring closely at the tiny creature. “What happened to her?”
Carrie giggled, and held out the Size-O-Matic gun. “Technological superiority!”