Charlie opened his bedroom door, then paused.
"Are you okay?"
Greg glared at him, "No, my face is bleedin'"
"No," Charlie mumbled, "Not that. You look...not the same"
"Whassat supposed t' mean?"
"Didn't that shirt fit you this morning?"
Greg looked at his shirt. He was a big guy, thanks to many hours at the gym. For his
vanity, he liked to wear shirts that were just a little too small for him. But it was true, this
shirt which had fit earlier now hung very loose.
Greg stood up, and his pants fell down.
"Dude!" Charlie cried, "You're shrinking!"
And it was very noticeable now. Greg's shirt was becoming like a dress.
"Help me!"
Charlie stepped forward to do something, only to find he had no idea what to do.
Greg was now so small that his shoulders fit through the neck of his shirt and it tumbled
down around him. He stood awkwardly, clothes at his feet, holding up his gigantic boxers
But even they were becoming too cumbersome to hold. He let them fall.
He was two feet high. Now only one. A half.
And as he disappeared into his shoes, a voice resounded from nowhere.
"Now you know how I felt"