Dylan didn't wake up the next morning until it was already 11 - he had overslept. Truthfully, he had an unusually restless night, waking every hour or two but promptly going back to sleep - it was as if it was his body's way of avoiding the painful memories of the night before. When finally, in the full light of day and more than enough sleep to sustain him, it was impossible to go back to sleep Dylan sat up in his bed and began to recollect what happened the night before.
He remembered the coin, how at first it had grown his manhood to an enormous size, with the muscles to match. But when Karen found it, she used it to shrink him instead, returning his body to normal and his penis to beyond normal (in the wrong direction). When he used the coin it had been an accident, but the way she instantly knew what she was doing as soon as she caught him with it - did she already know how it works?
And then his date with Cindy - being exposed, and the laughter. The laughter is what stung most of all. As a man, your dignity is tied to your dick - you may think it's you who commands respect, but when everything is stripped away and all you have to show for your masculine pride is a hairless one inch willy, there's nothing you can do but avoid eye contact and accept your new position. Cindy immediately assumed the dominant role, and he licked her to orgasm twice before she left (still laughing as she went out the door) - she didn't even touch his dick once.
These recollections washed over Dylan, quickly followed by a wave of relief - this couldn't possibly be real. With false hope, Dylan threw aside the sheets expecting to find everything back to normal. Instead, everything was just as he remembered - he hadn't even taken off the panties. What's worse, they were freshly stained, he had a wet dream for the first time since he was 14. This had gone on long enough, Dylan gathered what was left of his assertiveness and went to confront Karen.
Karen was up and in the kitchen, sitting at the table. She must have heard him coming because when he entered the room she was already staring at him, a smile plastered on her face. "Good morning little guy, how was the date last night?". No time for crap right now. "It's over, you had your fun. Give me back the medallion." Karen wanted to keep the game going a little longer, she was enjoying this too much. "I don't know what you mean. Besides, with that attitude why should I do anything for you?". Dylan faltered, despair was showing through the cracks. He sat down at the table, and put his hand on Karen's. "Please. Look, I'm sorry, I know I haven't been the best brother, I know I probably deserved this. Karen, this was the worst night of my life, I've never felt so humiliated. I just want things to go back to normal.". Karen continued smiling but there was a note of sympathy - the game had reached its conclusion. She enjoyed the fall from grace, but enough was enough. Karen pinched Dylan's cheek for a final reminder of his diminished position, and said "Okay little guy, time for you to graduate from panties". Dylan had never been so relieved as she led him to her room.
And it was there, sitting on Karen's bed, that Dylan's life would change forever. She was rummaging through her underwear drawer, carelessly flinging panties across the room, each one a reminder of the stained mess Dylan himself was still wearing under his jeans. "I swear it was in here, I swear to God Dylan" Karen kept saying, until finally the drawer was completely empty and there could be no doubt: the coin was gone. Dylan didn't say anything - he just stared into space, the room's walls felt like they were closing in, and the unmistakable feeling of being trapped came over him. Karen turned to look at him - even now, overwhelmed with guilt and sympathy an involuntary laugh escaped her. As a man, your dignity is tied to your dick. "We can't change you back", Karen said, looking to see how Dylan would react.
How could Dylan react? What got Dylan through this morning is what gets you through the morning after a blackout. You're humiliated, in pain, and want to hide from the world - but you know it's all temporary. Last night wasn't you, and it's time to get back to your real life. But this time, the hangover wouldn't go away. All the stings of last night were new again, because the baby dicked loser who was humiliated by the two women closest to him wasn't a product of a bad night, Dylan just had a tiny, hairless, baby-sized dick. This is who he was.