Rob tossed the Ken doll in the trash outside his apartment. He didn't need it. No, what he really needed was the package. Well, that and the clothes.
Safely inside his home Rob began to strip naked, carefully packing his clothes away in the hamper. If his plan was going to work he didn't want to leave any trace that he was home. He looked down at his smooth groin and smiled. It was going to be the best practical joke ever.
Rob's friend Mike had an irrational fear of dolls. Annabelle. Chucky. You name it the little things freaked him out. He was always sure that they were going to come alive and attack him. So naturally after using the candy Rob decided to call his friend over, promising to show him 'something really cool.' Mike was grumpy, but promised to be over at his place in an hour. Rob used that time to purchase a Ken doll - a Ken doll he intended to imitate and replace so he could scare his friend.
Rob sighed as he looked at white candies in his hand. The candies that would 'take away' or reduce his height. He was a little nervous about shrinking down to under a foot, about the size of a Barbie doll. But he looked up at the clock and saw his time was running out. It was now or never.
Rob chewed a handful of the candies.
Nothing seemed to happen at first. He waited a few minutes and considered eating a few more. Then he felt his stomach lurch like he was in a fast moving elevator and the room around him seemed to expand rapidly. After the initial drop, the shrinking process slowed and Rob watched with fascination as the world around him slowly got larger and larger. Soon his head was level with his small kitchen table, then his couch. It didn't hurt. It just tingled a little and he felt strangely full of energy. When he was just below the coffee table, he stopped shrinking.
He walked over to the Ken doll box and saw that he was still a little too big, about two feet tall. It was kind of fun and he thought he might like to try being this short a little later. But for now he had a job to do. He picked up a few more candies off the floor. They looked bigger now, and he almost had to use two hands to hold them. Nervously he nibbled at one, carefully gauging his shrinkage and stopping when he was just over 11 inches.
"Perfect, " he squeaked, as he slid the remaining candy under the couch. He slipped on the discarded Ken doll clothes, now a perfect fit. He walked to the Ken doll box and tried to open the lid. He was surprised at how hard it was to open, and realized how much weaker and more vulnerable he was at this size. He began to have second thoughts again. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
But just as he had the lid open he heard a knock on the door. There was no backing out now. He slid into the box and pulled the lid shut. He did his best to stay still as he watched his friend Mike enter the apartment through the plastic covering of his packaging.