The 40-year-old businessman sat in his deck chair and simply watched as his body grew smaller. His clothes slid, bunched in odd places, and basically looked like they were slowly consuming the man wearing them as his body grew smaller. And smaller. Then, smaller still.
His head was pulled down inside the collar of his white, short-sleeved shirt. "This is amazing," he said aloud, not quite sure if he was having a bizarre dream or not. He chose to believe it was not a dream because the sensations he felt were quite intense. He felt like he had been caught in a whirlpool that was pulling him down, down, down into something much different.
His head disappeared into his collar and his the shirt collapsed, but the shrinking Colin tumbled into his jeans, ending in the left leg as he tumbled down the denim tunnel. Even while falling through the leg of his own jeans, the shrinking continued at a now furious pace, but in the darkness he could no longer watch as the world seemed to expand around him.
His fall ended with a thud onto the wooden surface of his deck. He still looked thin and fit, but he was now a fit, thin man the size of an a doll.
"I wish the shrinking would stop!"
Just like that, the tingling sensations stopped. His shrinking had stopped, leaving him no higher than the size of a doll.
Colin stared up at his deck chair. His emptied clothes spread haphazardly over the chair, which looked bigger than a building.
He had failed to take into account that the shrinking had no effect on his clothes.
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