I saw my whole body started to shrink down into the blanket. Second by second, I went into it. About 30 seconds later, I was completely covered by my blanket.
I moved it aside and looked at myself. My body was as small as a kindergartener, but a little smaller. My clothes were gigantic on me, and I started to struggle on wearing them.
The first thing I knew to do was take my clothes off. It wasn’t that hard, but the size comparison was humongous to me. Next I tried my best and got on the floor. Chances are, my dad should know what’s happening to me since he probably dealt with the same thing. Then again, maybe not.
The next thing I did was go to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. Due to my small body, I had to make sure I didn’t accidentally go all over the floor. As I sat there, a small trickle was coming from my body. It was a good thing I sat there as soon as I did.
I got off and flushed the toilet like an idiot. The second the flushing noise was heard, my dad got concerned.
“Are you ok in there?” He yelled out from outside my door. I didn’t want him to see his sick son in the form of a toddler, but I wasn’t sure where to hide.
I closed the bathroom door and locked it. As I did that, I could hear my dad open my bedroom door. “Are you in the bathroom? Did you throw up again?”
There was a small pause in his questions, then he spoke again, “Why are your clothes on the floor?”
I had to think fast before he sees me like this! There was no way my voice sounded the same, so it would be impossibly to pretend to imitate my voice.
Just then, he started to try to open the bathroom door.