You get home from a night out to find your girlfriend waiting up for you. She looks angry, and she has your cellphone in her hand. "So, who's 'Jamie' then?" she asks, accusingly, then reads one of your more incriminating texts out loud from the screen. You get a sinking feeling as you realise you have been caught red handed. She tells you that while she might look like a 5'3" pipsqueak she has some news for you. As you watch she starts to grow in front of your eyes - and you realise the jacket you're wearing seems awfully baggy suddenly. "I should have known you'd only want to rest with some bimbo" she sneers "too dumb to appreciate the genius girlfriend you already had. Well I have news for you, buddy. The new techniques I've been working on at the lab have some practical application after all. You've always been so proud of your 6'3" height... let's see how you feel when I siphon off some of that height and leave you too small to reach the door knob."