The next morning went rather normal for Aidan. Or at least normal for his own mindset. He pulled his jeans over his legs while lying on his bed. His shirt, too, was put on while he laid on his bed, as it was easier then pulling it up over his head while standing. To secure that his shirt didnīt fell down over his head he had to push it into his jeans and under his belt, which now worked to keep the shirt up instead of the jeans. And as it was a tight jeans, the legs remained in their place mostly.
His walk to his classes felt more difficult than he expected, which was due it being the first time, not that he remembered that. To him, he walked their every day like this. Something seemed off to him, but he couldnīt place it. His backpack had been strapped on the other way, fastened around his legs, so it didnīt dumped his contents on the ground.
In his classes, Aidan would sit normal, working like always. That meant that he had to put his backpack down before carefully slipping into his chair from behind the backrest, slipping his ass down along it and raising his head over it in the end. Standing up after class worked similar, as he pushed his former feet into the ground to slip up over the backrest and put his hands down behind it. Only one time that day he toppled his chair over.
Aidan met up with Mark just outside the building, before they walked over to Aidanīs flat. Due to Aidanīs arms being shorter than his legs, and Markīs as well, it took a bit longer to reach it than he remembered. Sorry Mark, I guess Iīm not so well today. Normally Iīm home faster.
No problem, Aidan. Iīm not in a hurry. And the fresh air is good as well. Mark answered grinning. After all, he knew why Aidan felt himself to be walking slower than yesterday.
Once in the flat, Aidan was happy to drop his backpack next to his desk before dropping back on his couch, sighing in relieve. He couldnīt place why he felt this exhaust from his normal day. Maybe he was really getting sick.
Mark had sat down at the desk, looking as Aidan relaxed on the couch. He planned on making Aidanīs life a bit easier this time, as a preparation for what would come later. Getting Aidanīs attention, Mark started his command: Maybe I can help you with your exhaustion. Aidan, your arms will grow stronger. Then your legs will shorten to the same length as your arms are. Finally, your legs will be as flexible as your arms, making it easier to work with them.
Aidan, who had raised his head to look at Mark, dropped back down, sighing. Okay, maybe it will help. I feel the strain on my muscles, so if they are stronger, that can be good. And with my legs more flexible, carrying something while walking will be easier as well. But why shortening my legs? Wonīt that cause my jeans to be too long? And I donīt like being short. Aidan said, sounding displeased by that.
As Mark watched, Aidanīs arms swelled a bit, gaining more muscle mass to get stronger. At the same time Aidanīs handy feet shrunk back into his jeans, as his legs became shorter. The raising flexibility wasnīt something he could see happening, that would come later when Aidan moved around.
Donīt worry, you wonīt be too much shorter. I think itīs also helping with the exhaustion, as shorter legs will be lighter to carry. And your jeans can be fixed, so no problem. Mark answered grinning. Normally, Aidan was only a bit smaller than him, but now, the difference in size will be more noticeable.
Soon, Aidan closed his eyes, relaxing his muscles a bit more. As he had forgotten the change, he didnīt worry about getting smaller anymore. Mark quickly fixed the jeans leg length with the laptop, without Aidan really noticing. Now, they fitted just as well as before, only shorter for shorter legs.