"I'll give you a chance to hug James one last time," Sheena said, zapping Tracy with the transposer and reducing her to the same near invisible size as her boyfriend.
It was so easy, she realised. The power that this gave her required almost no effort at all! It was certainly a trip. Imagine what she could do with it...
She brought herself back to the present situation. What to do about her housemate and attendant boyfriend? While she was quite annoyed with Tracy at the moment for punching her (and Sheena didn't forgive easily), Sheena wasn't just going to cast aside their years of friendship over a small thing like world domination (she was getting ahead of herself again).
Maybe she should pick them up and put them somewhere safe, where they could think over the consequences of their actions. If they were sorry when she returned, maybe she'd think about restoring them to regular size.
On the other hand, she was still holding the dust buster. It would be a much quicker way of collecting them - certainly better than sifting through each individual carpet strand - and they'd be safe (if uncomfortable) enough within it.
Sheena smiled to herself as she contemplated her first action as a goddess.
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