Sitting up in bed, Malin hopped out and hurried to the mirror. The reflection showed a small version of himself, lacking twelve-pack abs, an inverted triangle back muscle, and the enviable pectorals that ripple without the need for a breeze.
All he had was an adorable version of himself, with a single ab that seemed to have formed naturally.
After getting dressed, Malin pushed open the door and saw the girls sitting on the sofa, eagerly waiting. Seeing Malin's original form, they all showed looks of pity.
"What's with those expressions?" Malin frowned.
"You're cuter this way." The girls' eyes sparkled.
Malin took a deep breath, feeling he definitely shouldn't argue with the girls about this matter or he'd meet an untimely demise. He headed to the kitchen, "What do you want for breakfast?"
"We've already made it." The girls said in unison.
......
Malin saw the food the girls had prepared laid out on the dining table.
