The book and medallion faded away, and the laughter increased, an invisible and loud torrent swirling around his head.
He swatted at the air like it was filled with flies, but the laughing voice only taunted him further.
"Foolish mortal in front of me, let me find your new beauty!" it growled. "Since the time has come for fun, now all of your clothes are gone!"
With a start, he yelped as his clothing abruptly disappeared.
"To get started here tonight, take a foot off of your height!" shouted the voice.
Hundreds of invisible hands poked and prodded at him as he scrambled into his room and slammed the door, hoping to shut out the demonic voice.
He arrived at his full-height mirror just as his pain kicked in.
"ARGH, oh GAWD" he screamed as his frame began cracking. In front of his astonished eyes, he began to shrink all over.
Cracks came from all over his body as his legs and arms shortened. Massive invisible paws wrapped around his head, squeezing it as it crunched and shrank with a pop. His shoulders clicked inwards, crunching ever closer to his neck.
Staggering, he watched as a foot of height dropped off of him, and a miniature version of himself stared back in the mirror, wided-eyed, sweating and terrified after the painful reshaping of his frame.