James hurried away from the sound of footsteps. He ran down the isle turned a corner and then another to get away from the toys and the would be witness. He found himself in an isle with a lot of bedding. No pictures of any kind could be seen and he couldn’t hear anyone coming.
Feeling comfortably safe for the moment, James took stock of himself.
In the rush to get away he had left the swim trunks behind. All he had was a shirt that came down to his mid-thigh. Under that was the soft and round body of an elementary schooler. James was frustrated by how young he had gotten. If he was an older teen, at least people wouldn’t ask where his parents were just for wandering around. He wouldn’t be able to ask for his wallet back while stuck as a kid.
James absentmindedly clutched at his shrunken junk while he thought about his options. It felt small through his shirt, even in his diminished hand. At the moment, he only had two options. Try to find his phone or try to get older. He adjusted his grip and made a decision.