It was past midnight when Kyle finally left, and James was exhausted. He locked the door with a sigh. He liked Kyle, he really did, but sometimes he felt as though Kyle was purposefully stressing him, and today he set a new record.
Back in his room James opened a secret tiny compartment in his closet and took out a tiny set of clothes. He carefully put the clothes on the floor and undressed.
Then he shrunk.
James stood up to his full height of now just about three or four inches and sighed in relief as he began dressing up, but just as he put on his pants he heard the front door being slowly opened and human footsteps began going through his house... No no no, this is not happening to him! He looked around the room for cover and his eyes landed on the bed. Well, under it to be precise. The bed wasn't high off the ground, it was just enough for James to comfortably stand under in his small form, but he should be fine hiding under it. As the footsteps of the human got louder James ran towards his bed, and just as he reached it the door to the bedroom opened.
James was only able see the shoes of the human from his position, but that was enough for him to recognize him. The human was non-other than his best friend, Kyle. James froze trying to process this. Kyle?! What is he doing here? Why did he return? How did he open the front door? But all these questions dissipated quickly leaving only panic as he saw Kyle kneeling down on the ground near the bed and-
Kyle looked under the bed right at James, and their eyes locked.
"I knew it!"
