Being only 6 inches tall, Ashley's screams were pretty much inaudible. Matt let her keep going for a while, then calmly said, "You probably shouldn't scream so much at someone with magical powers."
She stopped yelling and glared up at him.
"I wish you were five-foot-two," said Matt, and felt the tingle from the bracelet. Ashley began to enlarge, then realized she was still naked and covered her breasts with an arm and the area between her legs with a hand. Within 10 seconds, she was the height Matt had specified.
"I was five-foot-eight," she complained.
Matt frowned. "I wish you were five feet even," he said, and once again felt a tingle from the bracelet as Ashley shrunk a bit. "You can't intimidate me anymore, and I don't think you should try. There might be more consequences." He'd seen enough of her naked body for now, so he continued, "I wish you were wearing the clothes you had on earlier, resized so they fit you now."
The tank top, skirt, and sandals appeared on Ashley's body. She let her hands drop. She took a deep breath and asked, more meekly than Matt had ever heard her speak before, "Is it too late to say 'I'm sorry'?"
Matt was almost touched. Almost. He said, "It's never too late, but I definitely like you better at this height. I'll help you out, though -- I wish you wore high-heeled shoes all the time, with no ill effects on your feet, ankles, legs, or anything else."
Ashley swallowed a gasp as she was forced up on her tiptoes. Her sandals now had a 6-inch wedge heel.
Matt was still thinking about the years that Ashley had treated him so badly. He wanted to do more to her. Finally, he got an idea, and said, "I think I will get you that 20 bucks you wanted..."