Ben ended up deciding on shrinking to one inch tall. His hands shaking with excitement, Ben moved typed in the desired amount. He could barely contain himself as he pressed enter, with the timer set for 12 hours.
"Click" went the mouse, as Ben was waiting, bursting with anticipation.
Suddenly, as if being filled to the brim with pure, unadulterated pleasure, he felt the same familiar feeling as before. He watched the desk get closer and closer to him. Awestruck, he was unable to speak as he felt his pants slip off of him as he reached around 4'6". He was running to the mirror as he continued shrinking.
He got to the mirror, but not before tripping out of his silk boxers. He was around 3' at that point. He looked around, seeing how everything was growing, and how big his clothes were. He thought about using his boxers as a makeshift bed.
He was looking at himself in the mirror, and he liked what he saw. His shirt was a tent on him, and it was getting even closer to falling off of him. He was getting closer to his goal. He was about 6 inches when his shirt finally fell. He tried , for some reason, to hold onto it for as long as possible, perhaps to feel more as if he was doing something naughty and was finally found out.
Finally, stark-naked in the middle of his room, he was finally an inch tall. He was amazed at how awesome everything looked.He was going to have to do some serious spelunking, but, right now, he was too busy admiring his shrunken body. His muscles and dick looked just the same, but it was different now that he was so small.
After looking himself over, Ben realizes how disoriented he is with everything so big. He just decides to run in a random direction. He had 12 hours, he didn't need to be hasty in his exploration.