In what seemed like a millisecond accompanied by a sensation not unlike going down a steep drop on a roller coaster, Tim felt himself begin to fall in place. He tried to scream, but no sound came out. Instead of coming into contact with any solid surface beneath him, however, Tim found himself still standing, feet on the ground inside of a dark, dimly lit place that seemed to be a cave of sorts.
Curious and somewhat terrified as to what had just happened, Tim took a step forward. He felt his arms move, and his legs, and two things on the side of his torso. He took another step, and felt the same sensation. Tim began walking, and the sensation picked up as he moved forward. Tim broke into a sprint, frightened and unsure about what was going on, and felt all of his limbs chugging along in unison.
Eventually, Tim found his way out of the cave. Tim turned around to see where it was he had been, and stared in awe at what he was looking at. Towering above him were his now-discarded pants, with his currently hugely oversized shirt resting what seemed like a mile away from it. Tim looked beyond his giant clothes, and saw in the background the same posters and wall paint he had in his room.
Taking a deep breath, and trying to think, Tim tried to remember what he had thought about before he had encountered that falling sensation. He remembered wanting to be small. Maneuverable. Difficult to see. Ordinary and not something anyone would pay attention to. An ant.
Walking over to his nearby computer chair, Tim stared at his reflection in one of its steel legs. Looking back at him, though blurry and difficult to see, was a regular old black carpenter ant with his mind in its body. The ring had worked. Tim chuckled to himself (though no noise came out), and he decided to...