Who knows what forces were at work with the magic wand? A wish to shrink Bryan had direct results, but sometimes there are unexpected
consequences.
The angry boss in the dirty restroom was the victim of just such a consequence. Forty-year-old Tom felt himself getting dizzy. He put his hand on
the dingy wall to steady himself and felt it sliding downward over the grime.
"What the--?"
And suddenly, everything sped up. There was an almost audible pop as the air rushed back into where the formerly five-foot-ten man had been
standing.
Bryan watched in wonder as his boss first sank down into his loosening clothes and then disappeared into them. The clothes themselves formed a
wind as they fell to the ground, and Bryan hung back even as he saw the lump that was his own size start fighting its way to out of the tent-like
fabric. Soon, he saw Tom's brown-haired head poke out of a pant leg and gaze around in horrified wonder. It wasn't long before he spotted his
employee.
"Bryan, why the hell are you naked?"
"Uh, because my clothes don't fit me?" Bryan was using both hands to cover his genitals, but he used his chin to gesture at the other mountain of
clothes nearby. "And neither do yours, by the way."
Tom, astonished, realized that he was naked, too. He, too, covered his penis with his hands and stepped out of the uniform pant leg gingerly.
"What--what happened to us?"
Bryan just shook his head. Tears came to his eyes. "I don't know."