Jason shuffled home in his baggy clothes. The hems of his jeans dragged along the sidewalk with every step. He spent the walk home lost in his own thoughts. How could something like this be real? Jason didn’t like the control the Professor had over him. Something had to be done. The mad scientist needed to be stopped. It was at this exact moment in thought that Jason’s phone began to buzz. He fished the phone out of is now larger than normal pocket. It was his friend Ben.
“Dude where have you been!?” Ben blurted out before greetings could be exchanged. “You were supposed to meet us here at the bar 15 minutes ago!”
“I completely forgot Sorry. Crazy day at work.” Jason sighed. “I’m actually not too far. I’ll see you in five.” Jason regretted saying that as soon as the words left his lips. He was tired and socializing with friends was the last thing he wanted to do in this condition.
“Well hurry up!” Ben said curtly. “Rache and Sarah are waiting.”
Before Jason could respond, Ben hung up the phone. Jason released a loud sigh, tightened the belt on his pants a notch the turned on his heal towards the direction of the bar.
As he made his way to the large, green door marking the entrance to the bar a strange tingling sensation hit him from head to toes. No sooner had it began did it end. Jason quickly shook his extremities. His shoes and pants felt once again looser. He couldn’t dwell on the sensation long. As soon as the door was opened, he was greeted with unison cacophony of friends cheering “Jason!” as he crossed the threshold.
“How have you been Buddy?” Ben asked as he roughly patted him on the back.
“To be honest I have had a really crazy day.”
“I'll say!” Sarah retorted, “It looks like you’ve been loosing weight.” Sarah was never someone who would shy away from making an underhanded insult. Jason shot her a quick half-hearted smile.
“Well what happened?” Ben pressed the topic further.
“I’d rather not talk about it.” Jason responded. To be honest, he did want to confide his recent shrinkage dilemma with Ben, but felt uncomfortable discussing it with the girls. (especially Rachel)
After drinks were ordered, the four friends conversed and time seemed to fly by. Jason desperately needed the mental break and found the evening to be quite therapeutic. After about an hour he quickly glanced down at his phone. 6 NEW MESSAGES and 13 MISSED CALLS! All of them were from Paul the professor.
“Can you guys excuse me for a moment?” Jason quickly left the table and headed to the bathroom. After entering he did a quick glance to make sure no one else was in there. He picked the closest stall, closed the door and began checking his voice mail.
“Jason! Call me immediately! The remote device I created is malfunctioning!” Jason gulped. “Come back to my house right now so I can fix this!”
As soon as the automated female voice on the answering machine began listing save options, the same tingling sensation as earlier spread across Jason’s body.
In a single instant Jason began falling. Soon within the toilet stall, all that was left was a set of slumped clothes crumpled on the dirty floor.
From Jason’s perspective everything went dark and became warm. From the smell that engulfed him, he quickly concluded he was shrunk in his own underwear. The tiny naked man scrambled to find an exit from his cloth prison. After several minutes of crawling the little man unceremoniously plopped out of the base of an oversized pant leg on to the cold tiled floor. He couldn’t have picked a worse spot to land as he splashed head first into the only puddle in the bathroom. Nearly soaked head from toe, Jason quickly brushed the liquid off hi body as best he could. He convinced himself that the puddle was only water, but deep down knew that probably wasn’t true.
Taking a few steps forward, he surveyed the new giant landscape. From his new angle he could see out from under the bottom of the stall fairly well. Comparing himself to the giant objects of his new world, Jason concluded he couldn’t be more than a couple inches tall.
He shuddered at the thought of his situation. His bare feet sucked in the cold from the expansive tiled floor. A breeze from the overhead fan wafted over every inch of his wet body. He suppressed an urge to sob. What was he to do? Butt naked, three inches tall, and trapped in a men’s bathroom.
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