The other two "hotties" clung to each other in trembling horror as their leader - the blonde Sandra - reduced to seemingly nothing.
"What did you do to her?" The redhead, Kelli, whimpered. "Is she okay?"
"Oh, she's fine. Relax." Ty reached his hand into the blonde's chair and fumbled through her empty shirt until he found a tiny struggling lump stirring under the fabric.
The other two girls, despite their fear, leaned in for a closer look as Ty produced a tiny bug sized woman between his fingertips. Dangling, kicking and screaming, she was as small and helpless as Ty had promised.
He held her up for the other girls to see and they both blushed deep red at the sight of dwindled naked Sandra, her voice so high pitched and tiny it was difficult to hear her. The manager of the IHOP had arrived by now and was approaching the unfolding madness, pushing his way through the crowd.
Without a word, Ty carried the tiny blonde towards Andy and held her out in the palm of his hand. Now Sandra was kneeling, wide eyed, at the chubby face of the plump girl she had been mocking.
"Well..." Ty pushed her with his index finger. "Don't you want to say something?"
Sandra tried covering her nakedness and visibly gulped. "I-I'm sorry." Though she was incredibly tiny and barely audible it was a sincere apology.
"And are you going to make fun of people for no reason again?" Ty prodded her.
The tiny blonde turned and looked at him, shook her head frantically no, and Ty nodded. "Good." He returned from Andy's table and then set the blonde down in the middle of the table before the other girls.
"Let this be a lesson." Ty stared at the other two girls. "Karma is a bitch."
The manager was still struggling to get through the confused onlookers.
"Will... she... get back to normal now?" Kelli asked, staring at her tiny friend.
"Hmmm." Ty considered. "I suppose if she's a nice person from now on she'll grow bigger in proportion to every kind act she performs until she's back to her original size. If she's mean, she'll shrink in proportion to how cruel she is."
The girls blinked as that sunk in, and they looked at each other in a "you've-got-to-be-kidding-she's-doomed" kind of exchange. But they said nothing.
"Oh." Ty turned one last time. "And that goes for the two of you as well."
Kelli and her brunette friend gulped, staring down at tiny Sandra, and quickly collected their friend and her clothing, making for the exit rather hastily.
At last, the manager of the IHOP stood in front of Ty and Andy, and the crowd stepped way back.
"What the HELL is going on here? Is this some kind of performance art or something?"
"Yes." Ty nodded. "Yes, we're doing a social science project."
"Well, don't do it here!" The manager bellowed.
"Hey, hey." Ty waved his hand. "You're right, sir. You're absolutely right. We shouldn't have disrupted your establishment. Here's a little something extra." Ty withdrew over two hundred bucks from his pocket like it had just magically materialized.
"Oh." The manager smiled, taking the money and realizing how much was in his hand. "Well, no damage done, I guess. You kids come back any time, now."
The crowd began to grow bored, realizing the event was over, and some people were scratching their heads wondering what they just saw. "It was performance art." One lady commented. "I guess they had some kind of special effects or something."
Life returned to whatever normal it could.
Andrea stood up and looked Ty over from head to toe, completely bewildered. "T-Thanks?"
"Hey, don't worry about it!" Ty grinned, looking the bigger girl over. "Glad to have helped. Anyway, I should be going."
"Hey!" Andy stopped him. "How did you... how did... did that really happen?"
Ty grinned deviously. "It's performance art." He paused at her blank stare and giggled. "And that's my secret." He turned and began to walk out, leaving a confused but curious Andrea behind him, and exited the IHOP.