Melanie felt her body growing. She stood up and wiped away her tears. She could feel her perspective rising up.
"Thank you, Joe," she said in her squeaky voice.
"Don't thank me yet," he replied.
She frowned. "What do you mean?"
But, she had her answer before he replied. She saw her hands changing, her fingers getting short and stubby. Her arms were becoming short as well. Her legs too. She could feel her head changing along with the rest of her body.
Then, when she had only just grown taller than waist high to Joe, the growing stopped. She looked at her stunted limbs. She felt freakish.
"What did you do?" she said, looking up at Joe.
He gestured towards the full-length mirror in the hall. Curiosity overcame her dread of her new appearance, and she walked up to the mirror.
She gasped. "A fucking dwarf!?"
Her body was stunted and misshapen. Her limbs were stubby and childish looking when compared to her stout chest and hips. Her breasts were there, but deflated and droopy. The worst part of it all was her face. Her forehead was a swollen, bulbous dome, while her face was shrunken in, leaving her with a button nose and childish cheeks and chin.
"There," said Joe, startling her out of her stunned wonder. She looked up at him. "I thought that I could meet you halfway. You were 5'4" to start with. Then, I made you 2' tall. Now, you're a 3'8" tall dwarf, right in between both heights."
She looked down at herself again, still struggling to believe what had happened to her once beautiful body. She looked at her reflection again, at the ugly nude dwarf.
"Turn me back," she said wearily.
"Nope," Joe replied. "That's it for you for a while. You'll just have to get used to it. Maybe living this way will improve your attitude. You might learn to behave like a good sister."
"But..."
"But, if you behave, I might make you larger again," he said.
"You... will?" she said.
"I 'might.'"
"But," she said. "How will I live like this? None of my clothes will fit. People won't even recognize me looking like this."
"Hmm," Joe said and thought about what to do. "I could give you clothes that fit. I could even make it so that everyone remembers that you always looked like this. I could do that."
"Please."
"But, will I do it?" he said.