After pausing briefly to note that when he sat fully back on his couch that his feet dangled an inch or two above the floor he went to try and find some clothes that he might just be able to wear out of doors.
Sportswear was probably safest, wasn't that often worn a size or two larger anyway?
A previously tight fitting muscle T soon hung loose and flapping around his torso. He took his shortest shorts, found that they now hung to just above the knee like baggies and drew the drawstring as tight as it could go. Luckily they held...just.
Shoes were another matter. He had perhaps never previously appreciated just how big his feet usually were. Now he was (temporarily, at least) one of life's little guys the pair of sneakers that he held in his hand looked like boats. No, it was impossible, until he bought something more suitable for his reduced dimensions it would have to be socks. He chose an ankle pair, and found that when pulled fully on comfortably rode quite a considerable way up his calf.
Would he be recognised? It seemed unlikely but as a final touch he took his workout baseball cap, tightened the band to its smallest setting (he guessed his head and brain had shrunk too like everything else, he didn't want to think too much about this), turned the peak to the back and surveyed the effect.
So this is what it felt like to be a wimp!