Jonathan tried to move, but found his movement was restricted by his tight clothes.
"Only one way to get outta these." he said.
He looked at the shrunken clothes he was wearing. "Shrink, shrink, shrink, shrink!" he said.
Immediately, his clothes [his black sweater, his green sweats, his mismatching patterned socks, and his red sneakers] shriunk more and more, and then, they exploded free from him.
His sneakers split apart, freeing his feet, and his socks were reduced to ankle bands.
His green sweats became tighter and chafed his waist, and then split and fell off. And his black sweater split in two and fell from his body.
Even Jonathan's heart-patterned boxers didn't go unscathed. Like his sweats, they split and fell down.
Jonathan was now standing in the tattered remains of his clothes, naked as the day he was born.
Jonathan stared at the tattered remains of his clothes. "Kinda unorthodox, but at least I'm free of my clothes."
Not wanting to be seen naked, he dashed upstairs and got changed into some different clothes - a blue button down shirt, A pair of dark brown slacks, another pair of mismatching socks, and a pair of sandals.
Picking up what remained of the tattered clothing he had on [save for his tiny lab coat], he put those into his clothing recycling bin in his garden.