Bypassing the Bouncer The Remote of Transformation chapter 3 by deleted_user

Jerry’s thumb hovered over the remote's interface, but his gaze drifted from the gorgeous women back to the bouncer. The meathead was grinning, a smug, gatekeeping titan basking in his tiny kingdom.

Why should I have to change? Jerry thought, a sudden, wicked surge of adrenaline replacing his insecurity. He’s the problem.

Jerry dialed the settings wheel, selecting Target: External and shifting the sliders for mass, height, and gender. He aimed the device through his jacket pocket and pressed the primary trigger.

A faint, violet pulse rippled through the air, completely invisible to the naked eye.

The effect on the bouncer was instantaneous. The mountain of tattooed flesh suddenly buckled as if his gravity had been multiplied. The massive black polo shirt he wore deflated like a punctured balloon, swallowing a frame that was rapidly shrinking. His thick, trunk-like legs thinned out into slender, fragile limbs, and his heavy work boots suddenly looked like oversized clown shoes on tiny feet.

Within three seconds, the bald, menacing titan was gone. Standing in his place was a frail, petite woman with delicate shoulders, sharp cheekbones, and a look of absolute, unadulterated horror on her face. Her oversized clothes hung off her like a makeshift tent.

"What the... what is happening?!" she gasped, her voice transitioning from a deep bass to a breathy, high-pitched squeak. She looked down at her small, manicured hands, trembling violently. "My... my chest? Where did my—"

The crowd went dead silent for a beat. The guy behind Jerry blinked hard, rubbing his eyes. "Yo... did Big Mike just shrink into a chick?"

Whispers exploded through the line. It wasn't just confusion; it was an immediate shift in the atmospheric pressure of the crowd. The aura of absolute authority that had kept twenty rowdy, impatient men at bay vanished. Instead of awe, the crowd looked amused, bewildered, and entirely unimpressed.

"Hey, sweetheart!" a guy near the front yelled, laughing. "You gonna let us in or just stand there drowning in your shirt?"

"Move it, tiny!" another shouted.

The transformed bouncer tried to puff out her chest and assume a commanding stance, but she lacked the mass to back it up. "Back off! Stay behind the—"

Before she could finish, a group of impatient guys at the front simply nudged past her. Deprived of her muscle, she stumbled backward, her oversized boots tripping her up. The dam had broken. The crowd surged forward, a tidal wave of bodies pushing through the velvet rope.

Jerry moved with the flow, a triumphant grin plastered across his face. As he passed the velvet rope, he intentionally brushed past the frail woman. She grabbed at his sleeve, her grip weak and ineffective.

"Hey! You can't—" she protested, looking up at him with wide, panicked eyes.

"Sorry, excuse me," Jerry smirked, easily peeling her fingers off his arm and giving her a dismissive pat on her newly softened shoulder.

He strode past her into the flashing lights and thumping bass of the club, leaving the bewildered, disrespected former titan behind to deal with the chaos. Jerry chuckled, his fingers firmly gripping the remote. Tonight was going to be a very interesting night.