I looked down at Ashley and thought. So far I had made her physically like most of her targets, but that wasn’t good enough.
“So, are you going to do anything? Are you just gonna’ stand there?” I said stepping forward, kicking her shoes out of the way in the process, a small sneer on my face.
To my surprise, that seemed to make her more determined. “Change me back!” she let out blood curdling shriek, she may as well have been a banshee.
Before I could rally myself she suddenly closed the small distance between us and sent her knee rocketing towards my crotch. Thank god she was smaller, as it was, she sent me to the ground gasping in pain and incapable of coherent thought. She then started to stomp on me, emitting a sound that I assumed to be a scream of anguish.
I reflexively grabbed her foot after the second time it slammed into my ribs, throwing her off balance and sending her to join me on the floor. As I started to get up, I remembered the ring and quickly made a wish.
I wish she had absolutely no assertiveness. Instantly, all the fight in her left. All that was in her eyes was fear.
Good.
I stood up and looked down at Ashley’s prone form. Waiting for her to turn towards me, as she was on her stomach, I started to wonder what was wrong, the only movement she was performing was breathing and occasionally blinking.
I wish I knew why she was just laying there. I thought ideally. Then it came to me, obviously, my last wish made her completely passive; no will to do anything. That was a little to much. Making another wish Ashley’s ‘assertiveness’ was back to normal, she was just painfully meek and shy; all but incapable of looking someone in the face.
She slowly stood up and turned towards me, then she saw me looking at her. She started to tremble uncontrollably in fear her eyes darting between my chest and the floor. She brought her fists up in front of face and her arms together, trying to look as small as possible. Not a difficult feat.
Let’s help her anyways. She started to shrink even more, her curves further disappearing. She looked like she belonged in middle school, definitely not high school, not even as a freshman. Her skirt finally lost to gravity and slid down her legs, her shirt seemed to start swallowing her. Her caller slid backwards, completely covering her upper body but revealed most of her panties, which no longer stretched tight, they were in fact quite loose.
Tears started to pore from her eyes, “W-w-w-hat n-n-now?” she squeaked out at a barely audible whisper. She looked over her form again. “I’m younger?” her voice was a little louder obviously forgetting I was there briefly, “but I was 15 before, any younger and I’d be in…” more tears started to flow down her face.
“Middle school.” I finished for her. “Don’t worry you’re still 15, but you permanently lost 2 years of development, you’ll never be as developed as you were.”
The underdeveloped neo-freshman seemed to almost fold in on herself as she sunk to the floor.
“Stand up, I’m not done.”
The horror on her face was priceless.
“I’m making you like the people you bullied, but even more so…well maybe not -all- of your victims.” I grinned.
I started to walk around her examining her, “hmmm…well I think 20/20 vision is overrated….” I trailed off again as a pair of too large glasses, there’d be no way they wouldn’t keep sliding down her nose. Her nose…heh I guess I’m just making her into what I like.
Her nose became slightly smaller. “Hmm…I’ve seem to have made you enough like your victims.” I stated stopping in front of her.
She seemed to swell with hope briefly and actually looked at my face briefly. I guess my smile wasn’t comforting, as that hope disappeared instantly.
“There are a few more things that I think I should add though. Blond hair? I think not.” her shoulder length hair turned a brilliant red. “We’re in sore need for some red heads don’t you think? Well I think I can make up for that.” her brilliant red hair started to cascade down her back, coming down to the floor, but not stopping there. “You’ll need to be careful when you walk from now on. Oh, and don’t bother cutting it, it’s always going to be a foot longer then you are tall.” my smile grew. “Still I don’t think that’s enough. Hope you have a strong neck.” the hair thickened, and thickened un till it had become a virtual cloak. “Well I’m done now, good luck with life.
I turned invisible and changed the hallway back to the way it was before. For everyone in the hallway it would be like she instantly became the way she looked now, as no time had passed for them. I wish that no one panics at the change. Don’t need a riot.
I leaned against a locker and watched the show.