Remote in hand, it was way too late before Britany had realised it was the wrong one.

Pushing all of the buttons and turning the dials, the TV remained unresponsive as a bright green light burst from the remote and hit her in the chest.

Suddenly her world burst outwards as her very clothes shrugged themselves loose, and she sunk into the plush depths of the couch beneath her.

”What… the?” Britany mumbled, confusion splintering in her mind as her clothes caught up to her. They still sort of fit her now, though they were hanging loose at the hips and shoulders, but more bizarrely, she was just a few inches tall now.

Standing up in the centre of the couch cushion in her baggy clothes, she wasn’t any bigger than the remote she had held in her hand just a few moments ago. How could a TV remote do this, she wondered.

Life wasn’t about to politely stop as she figured it out however, because…