Matt sitting on his chair could already feel the transformation. It was going faster than he expected it would go, though understandable since he set the transformation time for an hour. Then, almost as if he was falling, his shrank at an incredible speed into his t-shirt. Perhaps he should have taken it off. However the shirt fell to the ground. Matt felt his legs retract up the length of his jeans into his body. Then his jeans gave away and fell to the floor.
Matt could feel emptiness in this stomach, it grew more intense, as if he hadn’t eaten for days. His skin was becoming more sensitive, becoming clear and transparent. His hair disappeared into his body, as he continued shrinking. Until all that was left was a condom.
The condom hung on the side of the seat of the chair, then in was sway feel in a heap on top of the pile of clothing below. While Matt did not have eyes in this form he could still see. He saw his dressing mirror ahead of him. In the mirror he could see his shirt, jeans, and a light peach condom lying on top. The condom shivered a bit then laid limp and lifeless. He realized that was his current form.
He did it, he turned into a condom. Matt chucked a bit in his mind. The feelings that overcame him were indescribable. Unlike any he felt before. He looked at the clock on his desk, now like a skycrapper hovering above him, he had 50 minutes to go before his time was up. Perfect. He was safe in his room, he hadn’t teleported. What could go wrong?
“Matt!” At that moment he heard a voice calling from downstairs.
"Shoot," Matt cried in his mind, "who came home so soon?"