Matt tossed and turned all night. He dreamed constantly of shrinking. Sometimes he would shrink, other times it would be Mr. DeSoto, other times it would be
teachers or kids at school. He would wake up, try to get comfortable in his bed again, and then drift off.
It was not at all restful, so when the sun came up the next morning, he was laying in bed awake, looking out his window to Mr. DeSoto's bedroom and imagining
what was going to happen today. Matt played with his own rock-hard cock under the covers as he fantasized. His hairy, muscley, construction-worker neighbor
was just finishing getting dressed.
A closet case, Matt hadn't seen many men's balls up close... but the ones he played with yesterday sure seemed big to him. He smiled. This was going to be a small
day for a lot of guys at the construction site.
Matt pulled back the covers and stood up. He felt tired and a little light headed, and he stumbled towards his dresser. When he got there, he realized right away
what was wrong. The dresser was too tall, and the drawers were too big. During the night, he had shrunk!
It wasn't a lot by yesterday's standards -- about six inches -- but it was too much to pretend it hadn't happened. Matt rushed over to the closet and pulled out the
wand. He looked at it closely... "Pay a price" it said. How many wishes had he made yesterday? Five? Ten? He didn't remember. Once he got into the swing of
things, he had forgotten all restraint.
"I wish I was back to my normal size," Matt said valiantly, knowing that it couldn't be so simple. Nothing happened. His heart sank. Dad would notice what had
happened for sure, and then who knew what would happen? Maybe Dad would turn him into a toad or worse! A day ago, such a thought would never have
crossed his mind, but this morning anything seemed possible at the hands of an angry, wizardly father.
"Um..." Matt said, trying to think of a wish that could save him. "I wish my clothes and stuff fit..." he started out, trying to be practical, "And that no one would think
my current size was anything out-of-the-ordinary," Matt said, grinning at his own cleverness.
He pulled out a pair of underwear and tried them on. They fit perfectly. He reached for his wallet and pulled out his driver's license. It read 5' 5". Just like that had
always been his height.