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Daniel had known that he loved Gloria since the very first day they met.
He had started college alone; deciding to attended a school that was
hundreds of miles away from his friends and family in Texas. It wasn't
until he sat in an auditorium of strangers for his freshmen orientation,
though, that he realized the depths of his solitude. Sullen, Daniel
shrunk in his seat. He hadn't even begun classes and he was already
regretting his decision to leave home.
"Don't worry. I'm scared too," a voice beside him said.
Daniel turned to look at who had spoken to him and was struck, as if by
lightning.
Instantaneously Daniel knew, without a doubt, that he was looking at the
prettiest girl he had ever seen. Piercing blue eyes gazed out from
underneath a dark cloud of curly black hair. In this girl's eyes, Daniel
thought he saw the future reflected back at him. Like the moon shining
in a swimming pool, he saw glimpses at something strange and wonderful;
something that appeared closer then it actually was. He saw himself
getting old and loosing his hair and his memory. One thing he would
never loose, he felt, would be the memory of this girl.
Her eyes glittered like stars from her cloud-like skin. Ruby red lips
parted, offering Daniel a smile so powerful, it caused him to squint,
just a bit, as if to shield his eyes from the girl's warmth. Her face
was small and delicate, like a hand-crafted china doll. The dark
ringlets of the girl's midnight black hair bounced as she laughed. Her
nose, small and child-like, crinkled with amusement at the expressions
Daniel was making.
Daniel did not mind that the girl was laughing at him. Her laugh was
like a lullaby sung to a love-struck child. And that's exactly what
Daniel was at this moment.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to bite," she said.
The sound of her voice echoed in Daniel's ears, sending tingles up his
spine and causing him to clench every muscle in his body. He blushed,
struggling to regain composure.
"My name is Daniel," he managed to stutter.
"My name is Gloria."
The next two hours flew by far to fast for Daniel's taste. Ignoring the
presentation prepared for incoming freshmen, Daniel and Gloria talked
about where they had come from and where they were going. He hung onto
her every word, taking it in and savoring it like a dying man would
hoard over his last meal. They exchanged hopes and fears, laughing and
sighing all the way.
When the orientation was over and the freshmen were ushered towards
their new dorms, the two newly-made friends exchanged a hug. Daniel
hugged the girl tighter then anything he has ever grasped. He could feel
forever in her presence and he never wanted to let it go.
Even though they had just met, the two had shared something deep and
personal and Daniel knew that they had formed a bond that would not be
easily broken.
In the next several years Daniel and Gloria's friendship only grew.
Daniel grew beyond his puppy-dog like infatuation and fell hopelessly in
love with Gloria, inside and out.
And then it happened.
One night, several months ago, the two were up exceptionally late at
night, helping each other to cram for their semester finals. Hopped up
on Red Bull and candy, Gloria was struck with an uncontrollable bout of
the giggles at something Daniel said. Daniel, afraid of waking his
roommate, attempted to silence Gloria. Not aware of what he was doing
until he had done it; he silenced her with a kiss. Her lips, still sweat
with the taste of candy, kissed Daniel back. Things progressed from
there and, that night, the two friends became something more then
friends. They became lovers.
But, as Gloria had noted, boys are quite inept at deciphering exactly
what a girl is thinking.
After their night together Gloria fell deeply and uncontrollably in love
with Daniel. The only thoughts on her mind had to do with crafting ways
in which she could spend as much time with him as possible. She planned
special events that she knew would appeal to Daniel and, together, the
two of them attended video game tournaments, professional wrestling
matches, monster movie marathons.
While Gloria was only trying to connect with Daniel and show him she
cared about his interests, Daniel only saw a girl desperately trying to
reassert herself as a friend ? a friend with no interest in walks on the
beach or romantic dinners.
Both of the lovers were petrified of sharing how they felt with the
other and so both were doomed to a yearning for something more,
something that was just beyond their reach.
Daniel, desperately trying to tell her how he felt, spent a night
creating a mix-tape he felt would perfectly sum up the feelings he found
himself unable to vocalize. When it came time to give it to her, though,
he found he was unable to make the transaction he so desperately wanted
to make. What if he inadvertently ruined their friendship with the tape
and drove her away forever? Daniel did not think he could bare to live a
life that Gloria was not a part of.
So, taking his cue from what he perceived Gloria was doing, Daniel
reestablished the bounds of their friendship. He pushed his feelings
away and sunk into the role of the cantankerous best friend he felt
doomed to live? never dreaming he would be given the chance to be
anything more.
Now, as Daniel walked back to his apartment in the dark, he began to
cry. He had read the signs wrong and had passed over his only chance.
Gloria was in love with him. Was in love with him. Not anymore. She was
gone and it was because of magic.
Daniel was furious.
It was because of the magician's prodding that he had acted up and
embarrassed Gloria. If it wasn't for the magic show, he could be sharing
a drink with Gloria right now, straining to building up the reserve of
courage that it would take for him to reveal his feelings to the one he
loved.
It never occurred to Daniel that if it wasn't for the magic show, he may
never had known how Gloria really felt about him.
No. The only thing that crossed Daniel's mind right now was the fact
that a magic show had stolen his chance at love. And where had Gloria
found out about the magic show? That damned candle store. If it wasn't
for the candle store and its poster, they could have gone to a bar or to
the movies. They could have had a pleasant night and Daniel could still
be hanging out with the girl that owned his heart and soul.
Daniel spotted a large rock on the ground. He picked it up and began to
toss it back and forth between his hands as he walked toward main
street, toward the candle shop.
It wasn't too hard to locate the store. It was right next door to the
small Italian restaurant where Gloria worked as a waitress on the
weekends. As Daniel gazed at the store, his mind clouded by a
combination of alcohol and anger, the face of Gloria swam through his
head.
Gloria loved this store and the people who owned it. The idea of Daniel
throwing a rock through the window of the store would make Gloria
furious. It would hurt her. Still though, Daniel was consumed with hate
at the moment. He honestly hoped that this petty act of vandalism would
give him a feeling of calm. If he could take out his frustrations on the
store, Daniel truly believed that he could fall to sleep content in the
fact that he had had his revenge.
Besides, nobody would see Daniel's actions and Gloria would never have
to know who threw the rock into the candle store. In the morning he
could sort through all his problems and go about trying to win Gloria
back.
Daniel lifted the rock and considered the possibilities. He remembered
the future he had seen in Gloria's eyes, the first day he met her. It
was a future with Gloria that he saw, a future with the girl he loved.
This shop had taken that future away from him. It had robbed Daniel of
his happiness.
Daniel threw the rock with all his might at the window. As the glass
shattered, making more sound then Daniel had ever expected, Daniel felt
a rush of emotions flow through him. Surprisingly none of the emotions
were the feeling of content he had hoped for. Now flooded with guilt and
startled by the noise of breaking glass, Daniel ran home without
stopping.
If he had stopped, though, and turned around, Daniel may have seen two
very angry wiccans staring at him from behind the shattered window of
the candle store. He didn't turn around, though and he did not see the
angry shopkeepers. Instead Daniel ran home and climbed into bed.
Daniel did not sleep as well as he thought he would.
In his dreams Daniel was grocery shopping. As he lazily pushed a
shopping cart down an aisle, he found himself having trouble walking.
With every step he took, he found himself tripping over his own feet.
Leaning against his shopping kart, Daniel bent down to check to see if
his shoes had become untied. As he looked at his feet, though, Daniel
was shocked to see he wasn't wearing his normal tennis shoes. Instead,
strapped to his feet were the stiletto heels he had seen on Dr.
Suspendo.
Daniel awoke in a cold sweat. He was lying in his bed, the sheets
crumpled around his legs. As he pulled himself out of bed to start a
shower, he glanced at himself in the mirror. He looked as bad as he
felt. Puffy eyes stared back at him as his head throbbed dully. Daniel
quickly showered and got dressed.
As he left his room to walk to the kitchen, he passed Brian, his
roommate. Brian, a tall athletic surfer, was lounging on the living
room's only couch, watching TV.
"Don't you have class, Bri?" Daniel asked.
"TV's far more interesting," Brian responded, without looking at Daniel.
"How was last night?"
How was last night, Daniel thought. Oh God. Last night! Daniel was
suddenly struck with the memories of his fight with Gloria. He also
remembered, sheepishly, throwing the rock through the window of the
candle store.
"Don't ask."
"That bad, huh? Was the show really that terrible? I just don't get it,
man. Why such a hatred towards magic. I think it's fun."
"Yeah. It's a stitch," Daniel said though clenched teeth. "Well, not all
of us can skip classes. Mine starts in half an hour."
Daniel plopped down on a lazy boy recliner that sat in the corner of the
room.
"Have you seen my shoes?"
"You left them by the front door," Brian said. "I don't know why. I keep
telling you to take them to your room. You're a fucking slob."
"Yeah? Well, you can suck it."
"You wish, stud," Brian said, shooting Daniel a toothy grin as he
crossed over to the front door to get his shoes.
Daniel slipped his right shoe on his foot. Something was wrong.
"Nice prank. Seriously though, what did you do with my shoes?"
"I didn't do a thing," Brian said, still looking at the TV.
"The shoe. It's too big."
Sure enough the shoe had seemingly grown several sizes too big. It
barely stayed on his foot, slipping off whenever Daniel attempted to
lace it up.
"Did you get it wet?" Brian, ever the pragmatic one, asked.
"Shoes shrink when they get wet, not grow. Is this even my shoe?"
Daniel lifted the shoe up to his face to inspect it. It was identical to
the shoe Daniel always wore and didn't appear to be stretched out or
warped.
"Maybe something's wrong with your foot," Brian shot back at Daniel.
Daniel laughed off Brian's statement but quickly got to wondering. He
hadn't really examined his feet this morning when he pulled on his
socks. Had he lost a toe or two in the previous night without realizing
it?
Daniel gingerly pulled off his sock and examined his foot. Something was
definitely wrong.
The first thing that Daniel noticed when he stared at his foot was the
fact that his toenails were painted bright red. He couldn't believe that
he hadn't noticed the shiny coat of paint when he woke up; the paint was
immaculately applied. The other thing that stood out about his foot was
the fact that the nails were all cut.
Daniel, while not an extreme slob, was a bit on the slow side when it
came to personal hygiene. Besides rarely brushing his teeth, never
combing his hair or not owning an iron, Daniel rarely took time to cut
his toenails. Now, looking down at his foot, Daniel saw that each nail
was professionally trimmed. Upon closer inspection, Daniel also noticed
the fact that there was no longer any hair on his toe knuckles and that
the patches of athlete's foot that Daniel had struggled with all of his
adult life were gone.
"Forget my shoe, what the heck did you do to my foot when I was asleep!"
Daniel shouted at Brian.
Brian glanced over at Daniel and the foot in question and burst out
laughing.
"Did somebody tell you about what that magician did last night?" Daniel
demanded.
"Oh. My. God, Daniel," Brian managed between laughs. "I didn't know you
were into that sort of thing. How very ... metro of you."
"I'm serious, man. Why did you do this?"
Daniel attempted to chip away at the paint on his nails but the coat was
too thick.
"I didn't do anything, man," Brian said. "I didn't even go into your
room."
"Well, who did?"
"I don't know. But they did an outstanding job. Best prank ever. Your
foot even looks smaller. Daintier."
Daniel had to agree with Brian. His foot did look smaller.
"Well whatever you did - my shoes won't fit anymore. I hope you're
happy. I hope you didn't give me something that I'm allergic to."
"I'm telling you. I didn't do it."
"Well my feet didn't do this themselves."
"What are you going to do?" asked Brian, getting serious. "You're going
to be late for class."
"I know, I know. I don't know what I'm going to do though. My shoes
don't fit. They're like clown shoes."
"I think I have some shoes that might fit," Brian said.
He bolted up from the couch and ran upstairs into his room. He came down
a few minutes later holding a pair of bright neon-green flip flops.
"Very funny, ass. I can't wear those. My toes will show and I can't get
this paint off."
"Wear the flip flops over your socks, genius. Would you rather look like
a geek or like a chick?"
Daniel nodded his head, seeing Brian's point, and slipped on the flip-
flops. They fit perfectly.
"These are way too small for your own feet," Daniel noticed. "Whose are
they?"
"My ex-girlfriend's," Brian replied, struggling to hold back giggles.
"They look better on you then they did on her, though. She had elephant
toes."
"Asshole," Daniel snapped back, blushing.
"You're blushing, you little sprinkle-genie," Brian said, laughing. As
Daniel crossed past him to walk out the door, Brian punched him lightly
on the leg. "Don't forget to buy some nail polish remover on your way
back to class."
"Yeah. Thanks," Daniel said as he walked out the door, feeling very,
very confused.
As Daniel walked the few blocks from his apartment to campus, his flip
flops clacking on the sidewalk, he attempted to call Gloria several
times. Each attempt went straight to voicemail. On the fifth try Daniel
decided to leave a message.
"Gloria," Daniel spoke, "please call me back. I'm very sorry. I was
extremely drunk last night and more importantly I was stupid. I know
that doesn't excuse my behavior but I just want you to know that I
didn't mean to do any of the things I did or say any of the things I
said and I'm very sorry. I want to talk to you, though. About what you
told me. It's very important that I do ... talk to you, I mean. I have
something I want to tell you too but I don't want to tell it to your
voicemail. Please. Just call me back."
Daniel hung-up, hoping that Gloria would show him some kind of mercy. He
truly was sorry for what he did the previous night ? all of it. He knew
that he had acted irrational and that if he was only given a second
chance, he would show Gloria how he really felt.
As he arrived in his class and took his seat, Daniel's mind began to
wander. He thought about the magician's show, her odd attempt to
hypnotize him and the current state of his feet. He thought about his
act of vandalism at the candle shop and he thought about his argument
with Gloria and her revelation that she loved him. He thought about how
he loved her. As he thought about all of those things, his mind began to
drift off and before he knew it, he was asleep.
His short nap didn't last long though. He awoke when he heard the
professor calling his name form the front of the class.
"Mr. Huzzbath. Mr. Huzzbath. Mr. Huzzbath!"
Daniel slowly opened his eyes, not looking forward to being embarrassed
by the professor, who was known to be somewhat of a hard-ass.
"Do you really feel my class is the best place to catch up on your
beauty sleep?" the professor asked.
"No sir."
"Why then are you doing it?"
"I had a rough night last night and I'm just really tir-"
"That was a rhetorical question Mr. Huzzbath. I don't really care about
your personal life. I do care, though, about students sleeping in my
class. It makes me look ... boring. I'm not boring you - am I Mr.
Huzbath?"
"No, sir."
"Once again, a rhetorical question. I know I'm not boring you. You can't
be bored when you're asleep."
The class began to laugh and Daniel recalled another crowed of people
who had laughed at him not too long ago.
"Why don't you go ahead and leave Mr. Huzzbath."
"I'm good, sir," Daniel said. "I'm wide awake now. I couldn't fall
asleep if I wanted to."
"No. I'm serious. Go home and get some sleep. And why you're there, why
don't you change into some clothes that fit. What is it with your
generation and baggy clothes?"
Daniel, confused about the professor's last statement, did not move.
"I'm serious Mr. Huzzbath. Leave. Get out of my room. NOW! Come back
when you can show some respect."
Daniel gathered his books and stood up. It was then he realized what the
professor was talking about. His clothes draped over his body like a
circus tent. Somehow in the time between when Daniel had fallen asleep
and when he had woken up, his clothes had grown several sizes too large.
Startled Daniel attempted to quickly leave class. He didn't make it far
before his pants, far to big now, fell below his waist.
The class erupted in laughter as Daniel attempted to hitch up his pants
while leaving the room. Once in the hallway Daniel spotted the nearest
restroom and ducked inside.
What was going on? First his shoes and now his clothes? Daniel stared at
himself in the mirror. Something was wrong. He looked different.
It wasn't his face. The same puffy eyes stared back at him as they had
in the morning. His hair was still the close cropped Steve McQueen look
that he had worn since high school. Wait. His height. He had shrunk.
Staring at himself in the mirror, Daniel knew that somehow he was
shorter then he was this morning. While normally Daniel stood 6'1", he
now looked to be approximately 5'8". That's why his clothes hung around
him like a pancho. That's why the cuffs of his legs were pulled around
his feet like a dress. His clothes had not grown, he had shrunk.
It wasn't just his height. He was smaller all around ? as in proportion
to his height. He looked like a shriny-dink clone of his former self.
How? Why? Daniel ran through all the possible illness that might cause
rapid human shrinkage but couldn't think of any that might fit the bill.
He needed answers and he needed them fast. Daniel knew a person who
might be able to give them to him ? even if he didn't look forward to
calling her.
Staring at himself in the mirror, it didn't appear that he had much of a
choice unless he wanted to apply for the position of Ant-Man sometime
soon.
It was time for Daniel to call his mom.
Daniel carefully lowered himself onto the toilet seat in the campus
bathroom, noticing how, when seated on the commode, his feet barely
seemed to touch the ground. As he held his phone to his ear, he took his
mind off of his current condition by counting the times the phone
ringed. One, two, three. Daniel attempted to telepathically urge his mom
to pick up the phone.
Daniel's mother was the nurse at a elementary school back home. While
not a doctor, his mom had been the primary source of medical diagnoses
for most of Daniel's youth. With one look, Mrs. Huzzbath could tell
exactly what was wrong with her son and the cure usually didn't involve
expensive medication or a needle. Soups, spices and herbs were Mrs.
Huzzbath's prescriptions of choice.
When Daniel went to college, he continued to use his mother for medical
consultation, relying on her over-the-phone diagnosis for any cold or
fever that popped up.
"Hello," a voice on the other end of the phone said.
"Mom, it's me."
"Becca? Is something wrong at school?"
Becca? Why did his mother think Daniel sounded like his little sister?
"It's Daniel."
"Daniel? Oh honey, you sound terrible. For a minute you sounded like
your sister. Is something wrong? Have you got a fever?"
"I feel funny mom. Something's wrong with me and I don't know what it
is. I'm shrinking."
"You're what?"
"Shrinking, mom. I'm smaller then I was."
"Like your personality? Is this some kind of euphemism for depression?
Are you on drugs?"
"No. I'm not on drugs. I am physically shrinking. I think I'm 5'8."
"No. You're more around 6'1"."
"That what I'm saying. I'm loosing height."
"Well I told you that you should have been exercising more. All those
computer games are wasting away your muscles."
"No mom. I'm serious. I loosing inches."
"Oh honey. I'm sure it's just your posture. If you stand up straight
you'll probably notice that girls pay more attention to you too. You'll
be fine. So... How was your friend's birthday party?"
"It was a disaster mom. But really, I'm serious about me shrinking."
"Honey, you're probably just upset about whatever happened last night.
Just put it out of your mind and get some rest. Drink some chicken soup
and stand up straight. You'll be back to yourself in no time."
"I don't think that's going to help Mom."
"Well then why don't you go to the health clinic! I don't know why you
bother to call me if you're not going to listen to what I have to say. I
should start charging you for medical consultation."
"I'm sorry mom. You're right. I'm probably just tired. I'm going to skip
my classes today and go home."
"You know I don't normally approve of you skipping classes but you do
sound really worked up. Your voice hasn't sounded this bad since you hit
puberty. Go home and take a nap. I promise you. Everything seems better
after a good, long nap."
"Okay mom. Love you."
"Love you too sweetie."
Daniel hung up the phone and put it into his pocket. He stood up and
walked out of the stall where he had been hiding. Looking at himself in
the mirror, it was obvious that something was wrong and that a nap and a
bowel of soup wouldn't be the cure he needed.
He was going to have to go to the health clinic. First, though, he
needed some new clothes. He could barely move without tripping over his
pant legs.
He needed to go home.
As Daniel walked into his apartment he noticed that Brian was passed out
on the couch, the TV still playing. Not wanting to wake him, Daniel
quietly snuck past him and into his own room. He frantically scanned the
closet searching for anything that would fit him. He held up an old t-
shirt he had kept from high school and put it over his frame. It hung
down to his knees, like a night gown. His pants were worse. Even his
basketball shorts hung loose around his waist. Daniel had to constantly
tighten the drawstring or else they would fall to his feet. It wasn't
just his height.
Just when it looked like he was out of luck and he would have to spend
the day swimming in a sea of oversized fabric, he spotted a gym bag on
the floor of the closet.
It was Gloria's.
Last week, after a visit to the gym, Gloria had come over to visit Mike.
She had forgotten her bag when she left. Daniel had been meaning to give
the bag to Gloria but had forgotten to take it with him every time he
left the house. With Gloria no longer talking to him, Daniel wondered if
he would ever get another chance.
Suddenly a thought popped into Daniel's head. Daniel tried to push the
thought, repellent and frightening as it was, away. But as he looked at
the clothes hanging on his rack, Daniel realized he didn't have much of
a choice. Daniel felt somehow that the bag could very well contain the
only outfit in the entire apartment that would fit him.
Gingerly unzipping the bag Daniel peaked in, unsure of what it
contained. Inside, along with a small collection of make-up and jewelry,
was a light blue button-up blouse, a pair of jeans and a sports bra.
Daniel picked up the blouse and the jeans and held them up to his body.
Sure enough, they were a perfect fit. The implications frightened
Daniel.
Gloria had a small, petite frame. As a joke Daniel had once tried to
wear Gloria's jacket and had ripped the seams along the back. The
thought that now, because of some strange illness Daniel had shrunk to
the point where he could ever fit into Gloria's wardrobe was scary
indeed.
His hands shaking Daniel buttoned the blouse over his torso. It was a
little loose in certain places and tight in others, but otherwise it fit
better then anything else in Daniel's closet. The fabric felt smooth on
his skin. He could feel his arms begin to sweat a little bit, nervous
that Brian would walk in at any moment and see him wearing a girl's
shirt.
The jeans, on the other hand, weren't as comfortable. Besides the
indignity of having flowers embodied on his back pocket, the jeans
didn't quite fit Daniel. While they hung loosely from his ass and waist,
his legs seemed to strain against the fabric. He uncomfortably shifted
the jeans around, hoping to at least hide the tight outline of his
crotch, his camel tail, from showing. He looked at himself in the mirror
and groaned. He looked like a caricature of some gay high school
student. He had no idea what was going on with his body but he knew that
he needed some answers. He needed to go to the clinic. First, though, he
needed a nap.
His mother was right. Daniel was extremely tired and he knew that after
a nap he would be able to think with a clear head and get to the bottom
of this mystery.
So, still dressed in the blouse and the jeans, Daniel climbed into bed
and pulled the sheets over his head.
To be continued...
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