"So, how tall are you, Shortie?" he asked, mocking her.
"I don't know, I only remember what I was before. 5 feet tall"
"You're now going to lead me to your house" he said to the dictaphone.
Angie started walking towards her house, with Peter following close behind.
"Also, your parents aren't going to question me being there" he said, dictaphone still recording. "Just in case."
Soon enough, they were at Angies house. Angie didn't know why she was leading him to her house - she really didn't care much at this point. Maybe it's because of the dictaphone... she thought.
She went up to her room.
"This is your room?" he said, laughing. It had changed as well - she didn't have any tall shelves, cabinets and such, except for her wardrobe.. She seemed a bit shocked at the change as well.
"Now, do you have anything I can use to check your height with?" he asked. "Oh wait", he laughed, "I can just get one. There's now a measuring tape on Angies desk" he said to the dictaphone. "Up against the wall, we're checking your height!" he said, winking to her - once again, mocking her. He placed the dictaphone on the table and picked up the measuring tape.
Angie went up against the wall. He put the measuring tape and compared with her hair.
"Holy shit" - he muttered - "4 feet tall? I've never seen anyone this short before. You know you're legally a dwarf, right?"
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