You ignore your cautions and immediately point the transposer at yourself. You pull the trigger and luckily return to more or less your original height just as Jenna opens the door.
She steps beside you and says, "Oh, hey Scott. Where did the little kid go?"
Tracy stumbles out hurriedly, nearly knocking her sister into you, but she smiles when she sees you again. She answers Jenna's question, "Uhh, he had to go home. His parents came by while you were changing."
Jenna pouts, "Aw, I was hoping we could play with him."
You look at the transposer held half-hidden between your knees, observing the power level which appears to be low but steadily recharging again.
All this unexpected tension eats at your nerves. You barely hear a word Jenna says to you. Each faint sound is like a shriek from a far off distance. Sweat drips from your forehead onto your shaky hands.
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