When Mickey John soon got out of the fountain's main basin, and shook off the excess water, and dried off with his beach towel, he seemed to shrink, about a bit off of his original height.
"Oh, my." He said, staring at the beach towel in his hands. "My beach towel's got bigger. How did that happen?"
then he noticed his bright red shorty wetsuit wasn't shrinking with him.
"oh my." Mickey John said. "My wetsuit's getting bigger too!"
Of course, it wasn't his wetsuit and his beach towel getting bigger, it was him that was getting smaller.
And speaking of smaller, Mickey John became another bit smaller than before. The top of his head was almost level with the patio table.
"The Fountain of Size did work! I...I'm shrinking!" He said, awestruck, as he stared at his feet, as the shrinkage continued, making him lower than the patio table, and almost immediately smaller than the patio chair.
He lifted his right foot up, and wriggled his shrinking toes.
Suddenly, he overbalanced, and fell down. But he managed to grab the beach towel, and the next thing he knew, the towel was pulled off the chair and it fell on top of him, completely covering him.
After recovering from the initial shock, Mickey John was able to stand up, and clamber through the huge beach towel. He felt puffed out from wriggling around in the towel, and his brown hair looked a bit mussed up, but other than that, he was fine.
managing to move his beach towel, he saw what appeared to be an enormous version of his bright red shorty wetsuit, laid flat on the patio.
Realization struck him like a bullet - he had shrunk right out of his own clothes! He was now naked, and no bigger than a bottle of lemonade.
Immediately, he covered his modesty with his beach towel.