Mikhailis blinked, and then blinked again. Everything was smaller, rounder, and annoyingly, harder to navigate. He stared at his tiny hands, which barely had fingers to wiggle properly.
"Wai am I hewe aghain!?!?" he shouted, his voice coming out in a lisping, babyish squeak. The words didn't carry the force he intended, and he could feel his frustration building. He tried to stand up, wobbling in place. Everything felt different, awkward—weak.
He grumbled under his breath, noticing his reflection in a polished stone wall. His body had grown, alright. He was a toddler now, bigger and plumper, with limbs that seemed both stubby and clumsy.
"I-It g-gwown so fast!?!?" he muttered, his tiny fists trembling. He looked ridiculous.
