"I don't know what I was thinking." Colin muttered to himself, as he poured himself some orange juice. "Honestly, people can't just shrink just cause they wish it. That just sounds ludricous."
Once COlin had got his orange juice, he sat down on the sofa, and turned on the tv to watch the news. it was about half an hour till he felt a funny feeling in his tummy.
"Oooh." he said, "I feel... strange."
When he stood up, he noticed his clothing looked almost looser on him. his shirt looked baggier, and his jeans seemed to sag a teeny little bit.
"I must be dreaming." Colin sighed. As he went to the bathroom to wash his face, he muttered, "I think my wife needs to change the washing powder she uses for our laundry."
Colin didn't know it, but his shrinkage was working. He was gradually shrinking, little by little.
And unfortunately for him, his clothes weren't shrinking with him.
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In the bathroom, Colin took off his shirt and washed his face with a damp flannel, then dried it with a towel. WHen he glanced at his reflection in the mirror, he found his head could barely be seen in the mirror.
Colin had to rub his eyes to see if he was dreaming.
He put his shirt back on, and almost immediately, he saw the sleeves were now longer on his arms. he looked down at his jeans, and gaped. They seemed to be sagging more than usual.
"Oh, god." Colin muttered.