John was all set to argue, but something seemed to click in his head before he could get a word out. Instead, he found himself saying "Yes sir" to the cloyingly helpful-sounding clerk and hanging up.
He stared blankly at the phone for several seconds, wondering what had possessed him to do that, and wondering if he should dial again. He decided that the phone was a dead end though. The clerk was obviously insane, and he didn't have a clue who else to call in a situation like this.
He decided that he'd better get out of the hotel before anything worse happened. And if he was going to do that, he sure as hell couldn't be naked. A naked adult would get tossed in jail for indecent exposure, and who knew what would happen to a naked kid!
He flung open the closet doors, an activity that had been a lot easier before he went to bed. Most of the stuff in there certainly wouldn't fit him now, though he was surprised to see some of the wilder stuff even in what looked like his new size range.
He pulled out a folded stack of normal seeming clothes that looked like they'd fit, laid them on the bed, and started pulling them on. He put on the socks and underwear, and thought how odd it was for a moment. They'd have seemed small, even tiny to him before, but now they seemed, well, normal sized. Only the cartoon print on the briefs really obviously gave them away as kids clothes to him.
John considered looking for something else, but then just shook his head and sighed, returning to his activity.
He pulled on the shirt and shorts, then climbed up on the bed and sat down, pondering his next move. It wasn't till he'd already pulled back the sheets that he realized the clothes he'd selected were a pair of pajamas, themed to vaguely resemble a baseball uniform!
"What am I DOING?" squeaked John in his high, boyish voice. He wanted to get up and change out of the PJs, but he seemed to have lost control of his own body. He switched off the lamp and climbed under the sheets, and it all felt as normal as if he was doing it of his own will, even as he protested inside.
"But I don't WANNA go to bed!" he exclaimed, sounding to any outside observer exactly like a kid protesting bedtime.
Finally, he was in bed and back under his own control, though it took him a moment to realize it. He didn't have time to do more than sit up using his restored free will though, as a sudden wave of exhaustion flooded over him.
Yawning widely, he flopped back down on the pillow and was asleep in less than 30 seconds.