The Incredible Shrinking James

James felt a judder that can't have lasted more than half a second when he put the phone down. It was probably just his imagination, but it was too much of a coincidence to ignore. He dashed to his bedroom, made a very faint mark on the wall at the top of his head. He then grabbed a tape measure and took a reading - 5"11. He was supposed to be six feet tall. But maybe he just hadn't measured correctly before. Or he didn't get the mark just right. He was crazy even giving this supposed "curse" a second thought.

Then another quick judder.

James stood against the wall again. The mark from moments before was a clear inch above his head now. If he had got the mark wrong before he should have been above, not below, it now. James got the tape measure out again and the reading confirmed his worst fear - 5"10.

Another judder.

James didn't need the measuring tape to know something was wrong this time. It was obvious. He was smaller, enough to be noticeable. His formerly perfectly fitting t-shirt was a little baggy on him now, his jeans a little loose and almost touching the floor. His phone buzzed.

"You believe me now? I bet you are going to end up tiny! This is going to be so fun to watch! Xxx"

So many questions were rushing through his head right now. His date from last night was watching him. She was _shrinking _him? Just how small was he going to get. He knew he had led girls on a few times. Quite a few times if he was completely honest with himself. But just what exactly constituted leading someone on? What if he didn't even mean to do it? And was this over his whole lifetime? How could she even know!

As James felt another judder and had to hold up his jeans to stop them from sliding to the floor he began to realise just what a serious and unbelievable situation he had got himself into.