"You really don't get it, sock boy? Do you?" Mark said shaking his head.
"Mmmpft!" said Aiden helplessly making gestures with his arms and eyes.
Mark sighed. The socks seemed to grow tighter, and Mark seemed to be growing larger.
"Okay, Aidan, long and short of it. You are going to be a sock monkey. More specifically, my sock monkey. I'll put you on my shelf, and you'll sit there. Unless, I decide to use you to jerk off or something. That's your life now. You're a rag doll - my rag doll watching me live my life without you in it. Ain't that grand. Oooh, you are the cutest sock monkey, aren't you?" laughed Mark picking the shrunken Aiden up with one hand, and holding him so he could see his reflection. Aidan was a sock monkey, and his eyes were buttons! Mark threw him at his bookshelf.
Aidan slammed into the wooden case, and slumped next to one of Mark's sports trophies. Aidan couldn't move. He couldn't even turn his head enough to read what the trophy was for, or what the book opposite him was entitled. He was just a toy on a bookshelf in Mark's bedroom. He didn't understand exactly how they got there. One minute he was one place, and then he was in Mark's hand in Mark's room.
Mark whistled happily, as he exited his bedroom, and closed the door behind himself.