Spangler was livid, as he slammed his office door shut he fumed about the carelessness of that moronic new employee. Opening a suspicious letter? Just like that? Had he forgotten about the Anthrax scare a few years back already? Thank god it had only been talc powder, some punk's idea of a practical joke apparently.
As he paced around his office, he walked over to the thermostat to turn it down, it was unbearably warm in there. When he reached the box, he found that the setting was still at a comfortable 70 degrees. "Must be broken," he thought to himself as he tugged on his collar. It felt looser than it should. As he walked back to his desk to call the maintenance crew, he noticed he was tripping all over his pants, he made a mental note to call his tailor and complain about the shoddy job he had received. As he took another step, his foot slid right out of his shoe. "Freaking slippery socks," he mumbled as he put his shoe back on only to have BOTH fall off this time as he walked. "Fuck it!" he yelled as he walked in his socks over to his desk.
As he reached the chair, he noticed someone must have been messing with the chair height, it was much higher than he usually left it.
He grumbled as he pushed the chair down and sat in it, only to find that now his desk was too high! What was going on here? He jumped out of his chair and as he did, his dress slacks fell from his waist. "What the..." he wondered as he looked down. He shed his increasingly heavy jacket and ran to his private bathroom attached to the office. He couldn't see into the mirror! He climbed up atop the sink and gasped, he looked as if he was nothing more than a teenager again! Tom quickly unbuttoned his shirt and looked, gone was his hard earned athletic body, his manly chest hair and rippling abdominals. "I'm...I'm getting...younger?!" he squeaked, his voice much higher than usual. He watched in the mirror as his short hair grew out longer, to the hairstyle he wore as a pre-teen, his angular face regained it's 'baby fat' leaving him with a much younger and rounded cherubic type face. He needed to get help, he was already at about 8 years old and it didn't seem to be stopping! He climbed down from the sink, shedding his shirt and letting his underwear fall to the floor as he ran. He suddenly stopped and examined his equipment. God, he didn't remember how small and puny he was back then, he guessed he must be about 5 years old now.
As Tom finally reached the door to his office he was around 3 years old, and he found that he could no longer reach the doorknob! He jumped and tried his hardest to reach it but to no avail. He slumped to the floor in his new toddler body and began to wail. His body further regressed more and more until he was no bigger than a newborn, lying naked on the floor in an executives office.