CYOA 4 Part 4: Loid's Shrinking Problem (Patreon)

This should have been put out sooner. I have been sitting on this for the past couple of days but hadn't had a good moment to set it up. Well here it is, and we can continue the CYOA. 

_________________________________

The world seemed to be getting larger. One member that passed him by he had seen earlier. Not to long ago the two of them stood roughly the same height, but not the man had a clear height difference between them. “Is this some sort of hallucination caused by the drugs?”

Yet there were flaws in that argument. There was still a clarity unprecedented for when someone is under the effects of drugs. He could feel every part of his body just fine, even when he curled his digits they moved without issue.

Loid looked at his clothes and saw his wrists were being consumed by his clothes. Even his clothes seemed as if they were no longer fit for his frame. The hem of his pants hung loosely on his body, exposing bits of his underwear. A looseness appeared in his shoes, as if he had taken a pair that were meant for someone else. Loud raised his foot and wiggled them around and they bounced around from side to side.

Unknown to him a new youthful vigor appeared in use. I was as if the years of service were being shaved off his body. The sharpness his features had reduced and softened. Some small awkwardness remained on his face, more so due to the lack of refinement in his features, yet still none would be able to deny his handsomeness.

Loid blinked when he saw himself in the mirror. The face on his smaller body making him pause. “This can’t be me. Why do I look so…young? It…It has to be another hallucination caused by whatever is causing this.”

The face of a young man, and the looseness of his clothes made him look like he was a teenager who had stolen his father’s clothes.

Mikhail breathed, inwardly pleased by the rate of the transformation. With his psychic abilities, he could tell how Loid was coming along as if he was right in front of him. “Ok it’s coming along nicely, but I have to keep going. Otherwise I’m screwed.”

Again he forced his mind focused on the image of what he wanted and shape Loid and the future to what he needed. Another throb came over his head as he tried to increase the pace.