ONE WORKOUT LATER...
Malcolm returned to the locker room. He had seemed more exhausted than normal. His workout had somehow or other gone more tiring than normal. He remembered everything seemed to be getting bigger, and lifting the weights seemed to be getting harder. he almost seemed to be getting weaker.
As he stood in the locker room, he felt a breezy feeling on his legs, and then he saw what it was - his nylon shorts had fallen down.
His heart nearly skipped a beat or two. He sat down and sighed, cradling his football-sized head in his hands. "Get a hold of yourself, Malcolm." he said to himself. "You're just hallucinating. You aren't really shrinking." That voice in the back of his head practically shouted for it to stop.
He decided to go into the sauna. He stripped naked, and went in. The hot air condensed as droplets on his skin, and as Malcolm felt his body reduce, the droplets started to glob together.
That shrinking feeling was intoxicating. Malcolm could feel himself getting shorter and shorter. Soon, he was now half his size, almost a foot taller than his daughter.