Challenges

Josh felt extremely groggy as he opened his crusty eyes. He blinked them a few times trying to bring them into focus. All he saw was a field of white with an edge of black and brown. He reached up with his hands and wiped his eyes with his fingertips removing the grime of sleepies. He was on his back in what looked like his room, laying on the floor near his computer desk on top of his torn clothes and shoes.

Right, Josh started to recall he was playing with his new phone. "Josh, won't you be a dear and get the groceries from the car?" He heard a mellifluous female voice through his door calling to him. He bolted up right reacting to the familiar voice and swiftly banged his head on the desk. He collapsed again and rubbed his forehead. Well that's a first, he thought. I never had an issue sitting up from under my desk before, he considered as he carefully pulled himself upright. Quickly he realized he had to crouch to keep himself from brusting through the ceiling. His upper back pressed against the top of his bedroom, he kind of felt like Alice from that old Disney movie.

He looked down at his, what now felt like a tiny, desk and boggled at how truly massive he was. "Josh, please. I need help." The feminine voice called again. Josh then realized how lucky he was to fall how he did in his room. Looking at the measurements he could have easily destroyed a wall or two while he was changing. Damn, I need to think through these changes more before jumping into them, he thought as he teased himself. He reached over to his closet and started pulling out clothes. Josh searched vainly for something, knowing full well there was no clothes that would fit him.