Matt sat down in his desk chair facing Ashley on the stool, and said, ”Hmm, I think you're still taller than I want you to be -- I’ll give you the 20 bucks in exchange for making you another inch shorter."
Ashley scowled. ”Forget it. I don’t need the money that badly."
”500 bucks for 2 inches,” offered Matt.
”What?!”
”Remember, you wear high heels all the time, so you’ll still be tall enough,” Matt pointed out. “I’ll even make sure of this -- I wish Ashley’s entire wardrobe fit her body, no matter what size it is or how it looks. So now you know you won’t have to replace any of your existing clothes...“
Ashley was tempted. A $500 shopping spree did sound appealing.
”Two thousand bucks for 3 inches,” said Matt.
Ashley’s eyes widened. “Whoa! Okay,” she quickly agreed.
Matt said, ”I wish Ashley was four-foot-nine, and that there was $2,000 in cash sitting here.” He pointed to a clear spot on his desk.
When Ashley heard the actual number for her height, she had a brief moment of regret as she felt herself once again shrinking, but only a bit. That regret dissipated when she saw the stack of green bills, complete with a white band around them, appear where Matt had indicated -- and realized that her bikini had shrunk along with her, just as Matt had wished.
Matt considered a couple options, and finally said, "Okay, here's my next offer..."