John held his shirt, it looked two sizes too big. No three sizes. He looked up at the stall door, it was rising. No he was shrinking. The floor was getting closer.
"Bravo, Johnny." said a male voice behind him. Then he heard clapping.
John spun around covering his crotch with his clothing.
The tall dark handsome young man in a black leather jacket with long wavy black hair was applauding looking down at John.
"Squeak!" shouted John, as he dropped his clothing as his arms and legs shot out straight.
"Best toy ever!" laughed the giant in the leather jacket He swooped up John and put him under one arm, and picked John's clothing and loaded it into the grey suitcase. He held John out, so John could see their reflection in the bathroom mirror. He was a rubber toy tiger! The man squeezed him and shoved John into the suitcase with his sweaty clothes. Then he leaned in close. John could smell the garlic on his breath.
"Johnny, sorry, but it would look funny if a grown man was seen carrying a rubber toy tiger, and I don't want anything to stand out about me in case anybody investigates your disappearance." He closed the suitcase, and plunged John into darkness. John couldn't move or speak. He was rubber toy tiger. That was all he was now. Who was this guy? How did he know John's name? Why did he do this to him? What was he going to do next?