As Matt slowly grew, Brett started searching for some clothes in the laundry, but everything was too small for him. Still holding the wand, he said, "I wish I had some clothing that fit my new sized body."
"Mmmpft!" cried Matt from the work bench.
Brett turned to see a horrified Matt actually deflating like an inflatable doll. His naked body changing. His feet fell off, and a pair of size 28 Nike sneakers landed on the basement floor, a couple new white socks hung out of them. His legs collapsed into a shiny silver fabric XXXL basketball shorts. His upper body collapsed to become a silver warm up jacket with a white tank top of the same shimmery synthetic. Matt's face was white and a series of parallel stripes appeared across his forehead, as his head flattened out. Instantly, Brett recognized that Matt's head was now a jockstrap. He laughed as the pouch moved with the faint outline of Matt's face. He could read the lips mouthing "Help".
Brett paused, on one hand Matt was a human being, on the other he had done this to Brett. But what decided things was the chiming of the living room clock. Brett was due at the gym for basketball tryouts in half an hour. He quickly scrambled into his new clothes. He shoved the wand in his gymbag, and ran upstairs and out to his bicycle. He realized that it was too small for him now. He looked like a clown with his knees banging into the handle bars, and if he stood up he had to hunch over in an absurd position. But he managed to get to the gym in time.