"I want to be an inch tall," Matt wished on an impulse,
impatient to test the wand's effectiveness.
Suddenly, the world rushed away from him and Matt
experienced a sickening feeling as if he were falling a
long, long distance.
"All right!" Matt exclaimed an instant later. His clothes
were rumpled hills of denim and cotton in an untidy heap.
"It worked," Matt marveled as he scurried away from the heap
of clothes and scampered across the hardwod floors of his
father's room. The floor felt cool beneath his bare feet.
His teeny cock expanded and felt so hard he could barely
resist pausing to give it a few strokes.
Satisfied with his experiment, Matt decided he should return
to normal size. He decided to summon the wand.
No sooner did he issue his summons than the wand
materialized out of thin air on the floor in front of him.
"I want to be my normal size again," Matt said.
Nothing happened.
Matt, confused, repeated his desire to return to normal
size. He remained one inch tall.
"No!" Matt cried in realization. His wish had been to shrink
whenever he wanted to do so. He had included nothing about
returning to his normal size.
Oh, well, all he needed to do was use the wand to make
another wish.
He turned to the wand. "Oh, shit!" Matt exclaimed. The wand,
although slender and about the size of a pencil, was still
five or six times his size.
He rushed toward the metal rod. He tried to move the wand,
but he could only push the wand across the smooth
floorboards. He tried to lift the wand and point it, per the
wand's instructions. He was too small.
His mind desperately raced through his short list of
options. He knew that Brett had also been shrunk by the
wand, but only to a size of six inches tall. If he could
find Brett, perhaps the younger boy would be able to
manipulate the wand and restore them both to normal.
Downstairs, he heard the front door open and close. His
father was home. Matt wondered if he should wait and let his
father clean up this mess. But, he withered at the prospect
of facing his father's temper.
He tugged at the wand, groaning from his inadequate strength
to lift the cylinder of silver metal.