Malcolm felt himself shrink a few inches.
it was a bit noticeable, for his clothes seemed to look... looser.
Of course, Becky had failed to take into account that the shrinking spell would have no effect on clothing.
Malcolm sighed, and shook his head. 'That ain't right. Maybe I'm hallucinating', Malcolm erroneously surmised. he seemed to be a bit smaller than before.
dismissing it, he set back to work, unpacking his clothes.
suddenly, he began to feel lightheaded. he knew he felt... funny.
"Whoa." he said, feeling incredibly funny. "I feel... strange."
he didn't know it, but his shrinking was gradually working.
only when he nearly stumbled over his pant legs did he notice that his clothes were a bit bigger than before. "We really need to change the washing powder we use." he muttered darkly.
he did seem smaller than before...