Guy's first instinct was to rush back to the store and confront the storekeeper.
"How dare he do this to me?" kept running through his frenzied thoughts.
But, with another glance into the mirror, giving him another look at his body, now only 4’6” by a loose estimate, Guy knew he needed to prioritize.
First, he needed to find some clothes he could wear that would cover his scrawny body.
Without too much trouble, he found one of his favorite T-shirts. Formerly a couple of sizes too small, he had liked the form-hugging garment for the way it showed off all his well-earned muscles.
Now, the T-shirt billowed around him, draping down to his knees. He could not go out in public, but he felt somewhat better just not having to walk around naked.
Guy next pulled on a pair of khaki shorts, but found them far too loose. He solved the problem in a makeshift manner with a belt tightened to the last notch. The shorts clung tentatively around his skinny waist and hips.
He knew he looked ridiculous, especially as he stepped into a pair of his sandals. His small feet looked far too little to step into his former footwear.
"Hell, the shop's only a few blocks," he muttered. Guy decided he could walk in bare feet that far.