His clothes hanging absurdly off of his smaller frame, Paul sneaked out the kitchen door and stepped into the cool night. It was too risky to stay in the house in his current state, and even though he knew how to reverse it, it was too risky to go through life knowing that, at any time, this could happen again--or worse!
I need to find Matt and get him to take the wish off of me! he thought.
As Paul stepped off the porch, the door behind him slammed shut. Oh great, he thought. He didn't have a key, and that door locked automatically. He couldn't knock, not like this! His sons would see him. (But would that be so bad? part of him wondered. He really didn't mind being small, having men or boys tower over him. It actually felt very pleasurable. But knowing that the transformation also triggered his powerful sex drive made him ashamed of it. Of course, if he got much smaller, and hornier, his opinions on the topic could rapidly change!)
So he crossed the space between his house and the Lairds'. But the Laird house was dark, and there was no car in the drive. They must have gone out to dinner, thought the reduced Paul
Now what?