Guy's first surprise was how much bigger everything seemed in the store than when he had last visited.
Then, he had been a broad, well-built athletic man. Now, he was ten inches shorter and probably not much more than half his previous weight, if even that. He was wearing clothes and shoes that he remembered growing out of in his mid-teens, all of which were now embarrassingly loose and clearly made for someone with a bigger frame. Even the black low top Converse that had originally felt snug enough on his feet, now when he concentrated on the matter, felt a size or two loo big, like he was wearing something that belonged to an older, and bigger, brother.
Mister Yuan appeared from the recesses of the store.
>Good to see you again! Ointment has worked, I think, muscle pain gone!
>Muscle pain gone? Yeah, sure, the pain has gone, and the muscles with them! Look at me, your ointment has turned me into a shrimp.
Guy saw Mister Yuan step forward to take a closer look at him. Yesterday, he had met what he had thought of as a "little" Chinese man. Today, Mister Yuan, while no bigger than he was yesterday, loomed above him, the top of Guy's head not quite reaching his chin.
>Yes, said Mr Yuan, you are a good size now. Neat and compact, this is what every man would like to be!
He placed a bony hand on Guy's head and gave it an admiring pat.
Guy did his best to stay calm and polite.
>No, Mr Yuan, I don't want to be small and thin, I want my old size back.
Mr Yuan, looked puzzled
>Not possible, ointment has taken away old size, is gone! But you will learn to like new size, is tidy, you get to wear old clothes, I see. Lot of space for you on train, in automobile!
Guy's hopes fell. Was he going to be a very small built 5'1" man (with an equally tiny cock and balls) forever?
>Help me, Mr Yuan. Can you see if you have another ointment, please?
Mr Yuan promised he would do his best but said he was not very hopeful. Guy left the store and was about to get back in his vehicle when he remembered his shaggy blond haircut. What had looked reasonably cool on a surfer dude yesterday looked ridiculous on an seriously undersized dweeb today and so he ducked into a local barber.
The barber was early twenties and about 5'7". That meant that he had 6-7 inches on the new, smaller, Guy and he looked massive.
>What'll it be' kid?
Guy explained that he was not a kid, and watched as the barber eyed him up and down disbelievingly, taking in his outsized teen clothing, and the fact that seemed to be little more than chest high to him. Guy climbed up onto the seat, one Converse low top slipping off his foot as he did so. He sat in the chair and caught the reflection of the barber in the mirror as he smirked and ratcheted the chair up to its highest setting.
>Sure thing, Bud. Jeez, how tall are you anyway? You say you're 21? My twelve year old niece is bigger than you!
He let out a long low whistle
>I mean, I'm not big and tall, Italian heritage and all, but you make feel like a giant. Just a suggestion, Bud, but these clothes are too big for you; they're for a much bigger guy, more developed, you know, more muscle round here (he placed meaty hands on either side of Guy's narrow trunk). You're kinda slight, Bud, no offence. I see folks of all sorts of sizes in here, and you're a little one, that's for sure.
Guy remembered back to when he was 15 and to when he had grown out of these clothes, when his feet were bursting out of the Converse low tops and when he had put them back in the box.