So that his dad didn't see or hear him, he went upstairs into his room.
Then, Jim took a deep breath and inflated the balloon with 4 breaths. "Control the size of my dad's socks," Jim whispered. He let his grip on the balloon slip ever so slightly. A light hiss escaped.
Ron's socks seemed to shrink a small bit. or were they still the same size? hard to say.
Jim let a little more air outta the balloon, and Ron's socks shrunk smaller.
Almost immediately, Jim suddenly remembered that Ron's socks were still on his dad's feet, so they were getting tighter, almost to tearing point.
he thought it best to stop before his dad's socks completely ripped.
"release." he said. then, he checked his dad's socks were still shrunken.
They were.
"That was close." Jim mused. "Dad would've got a shock to see his torn socks, otherwise."
Jim thought about making another item of his dad's clothes smaller.
but he thought of growing his dad's socks back to normal.
Who knows what possibilities would be had with the magic balloon.
So tell me....