Still, Tanya taps away at her cellphone; “So oblivious;” Tricia says to herself, “Let’s see if she notices this!” Tricia again pointed the remote at Tanya and she shrunk to less than one foot tall, her clothes change into leaves and flower petals, but it wasn’t until bulges appeared on her back that she finally took notice.
She dropped her cellphone and cringed in pain as the bulges slowly stretched, thinned and broadened; taking violet and pink colors with specks of white; they looked like recolored monarch butterfly wings. Finally, Tanya regains enough composure that she can look at herself. “What the hell just happened to me?!” she shrieked.
“This little baby.” Tricia answered, waving the remote. “I think it’s magic or something.”
“You turned me into a fairy with a magic remote?”
“Well, I turned you into an elf at first, but you were too preoccupied to noticed, I figured sprouting fairy wings would be more noticeable.”