Dusin opened his eyes, shocked at what he saw. Now, he barely reached the midsection of his enormous brother, who towered far above him now.
Ty smiled down at him. "You really didn't think I'd return you to normal just yet, did you? I want you to find out what it's like to be like I was, to be as small and as helpless as I've been these past four years. To have people shove you around, to have students make fun of you. To have jocks stuff you into lockers and know that you're totally helpless to stop them."
"No," Ty continued. "I want you to live at least ONE DAY how I've lived most of my life."
Dustin looked around him. Every other student seemed to tower above him. He couldn't be more than five feet now and probably didn't weigh more than 100 pounds.
"Well, this is where we depart," Ty said, walking away from him. "Enjoy the rest of the day."
"Hey, you can't just leave me like this!" Dustin said, running after his brother, his shorter legs struggling to keep up with just one giant stride Ty made.
"I can and I will," Ty said, walking faster, leaving Dustin behind. He turned around at one point, seeing the frail-looking wimp he had created.
"Oh, don't worry," Ty said, stopping in the middle of the hallway, his voice seeming to boom throughout the hallways. "I'll give it back to you...at some point."
Dustin then watched as his brother stopped in front of a row of lockers, chatting with people that Dustin once considered his friends. They were all laughing, catching each other up with the minituae that was their personal lives. It was if they all had been friends for a long time.
But they were Dustin's friends. Or, at least, they USED to be.
The short, skinny teen slowly walked to his first class.