Wario snorted, "Fine. Turn around so you don't see where I hide my dough."
Mona turned around. "Alright Wario, but I'll be counting it," she said cheekily.
Wario quickly printed out a "Property of Wario!" label. He lifted Mona's shirt.
Mona began to ask, "Wario, why-"
Wario slapped the label on Mona's back, "There! That'll quit your bellyaching." He let go of the shirt. "Alright, turn around."
After a few seconds of no response, Wario waddled around Mona to face her, "That was an order, Mona."
Mona's face was slack. Her eyes were glassy. She barely spoke above a whipser, "Wa... ri... o..."
Wario huffed, "Ugh, these things should work faster." He walked over to the kitchen, made himself a sandwich, got a soda, and returned to the living room. Wario plopped himself on the couch and turned the tv on. He left Mona standing there as he ate his snack, letting out a long burp when he finished.
Wario was watching his show when Mona shook awake. She turned around. "So you're finally awake, are ya?" Wario asked impatiently.
"Yeah," Mona responded. She sat on the couch, her hands fidgeting in her lap.
Wario asked, "So do I own you now or what?"
"Yeah," said Mona.
"So you'll do whatever I say and you won't want pay for it, right?" Wario asked.
"I guess that's what it means," Mona replied. "Um. Is this going to affect me going to high school?"
Wario rolled his eyes. "Take off your clothes," he ordered.
Mona did so silently, placing the clothes on the couch and her shoes on the floor. Wario grabbed the Label Maker and made a "22-year-old college graduate" label. He slapped it on Mona's back.
Wario then went to Mona'a clothing and put "Fits Mona" labels on the inside of every article of clothing. "You should be paying me for all this work," Wario complained. When he was done, he went to the bathroom.
By the time Wario came out, Mona had finished growing. She was a few inches taller and had developed into a young woman. "Huh, so it actually made you into one, not just made you think you were. Not bad." Wario didn't really care about the physical improvements though. "Alright, alright. Put your clothes on. This ain't an art class," Wario ordered.
Mona did so, her clothes fitting her new body perfectly.
Wario picked his nose, "So whaddya graduate in anyways?"
"Liberal Arts," Mona replied.
Wario slapped his head with his free hand. Considering all the different jobs Mona had taken, she would be the type to choose the most flexible major and the one most useless to Wario. "It's always me doing the heavy lifting. Turn around so I can fix ya."
"Yes, sir," replied Mona.
Wario placed another label on Mona's back, this one reading-
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