Mike nervously knocked on the door. A shrinking potion couldn’t be real, but he was still intrigued by the idea. Mark’s aunt, Sheri, answered the door. She was about ten years older than Mike and Mark, as teens they’d hung out with her a few times. Pushing 50, she was still very attractive.
“Mike? Well hey! I wondered when you’d miss me!” she laughed.
“Hey Sheri, great to see you! Is Mark around?”
“Oh yeah, his down in his ‘man cave.’ His mom left the basement the same all these years - it’s like she knew he’d come back.”
“Crazy...”
“Go on down, he mentioned you were coming over.”
Mike made his way downstairs and saw Mark digging through a box. He was only wearing mesh shorts, his large hairy belly hanging over them, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
“Here it is!” Mark exclaimed, turning towards Mike.
Mike looked at the small clear bottle. It contained a light pink liquid and was closed with a cork.
“Oh wow, that’s wild,” Mike replied.
“Some of the shit she made really worked man. I figured on the offshoot chance this did, you’d want it.”
“I mean, yeah, but... people can’t shrink.”
“After years with that crazy bitch, I’ve learned anything is possible,” Mark replied.
Mike took the bottle and stared at it in disbelief. Could it work?
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