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The Airport - Shapeshift

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The boy, 6'3 and 13 years old, stood in front of the mirror in the cramped airport bathroom, carefully observing his reflection. He had the ability to shapeshift, and today was the day he'd been dreading: their flight to Greece with his mom. The thought of sitting cramped in a plane seat for hours, of enduring the long security lines, the constant bustle of people… it was all just too much. So, he'd decided to take matters into his own hands. Or, rather, his own body.

He closed his eyes, focused on the feel of the cheap bathroom tile beneath his feet, and began to change. His bones shrank, his muscles compacted, his skin stretched and tightened. He felt a strange, tingling sensation course through his body as he grew smaller, his height shrinking inch by inch. When he finally opened his eyes again, he saw the reflection of a much smaller person staring back at him from the mirror.

He was now 4'10, the same height as his tiny classmate, John. His clothes, somehow, had changed with him, now fitting his smaller frame perfectly. The world looked different from this angle, the airport bathroom seeming cavernous around him. He stepped out of the stall, feeling self-conscious as people walked past him, their eyes darting down to take in the sight of this tiny teenager. He felt so strange, so vulnerable, as if everyone around him was a giant. Even his dick, which had once been so big and proud, now seemed tiny and insignificant.

He took a deep breath, gathering his courage, and made his way towards the gate, determined to make the best of this trip to Greece with his mom, no matter how uncomfortable it might be. As he walked, he couldn't help but marvel at the sheer audacity of his plan, and wonder just how long it would be before he could safely shift back into his normal size. For now, though, he had a flight to catch.

The line for security snaked its way through the terminal, people of all shapes and sizes shuffling forward, their luggage rolling along beside them. The boy felt even more conspicuous than before, his tiny frame drawing stares from every direction. He clutched his tiny carry-on bag tightly, feeling suddenly self-conscious about how it made him appear even smaller than he already was.

As they finally reached the front of the line, he followed his mom through the metal detector, trying not to think about how exposed he felt, with everyone watching as his clothes were briefly scanned by the security guard. Once they had cleared security, they joined the final line for boarding, inching their way closer to the gate with each step. The boy glanced around, wondering what it must be like to be this tiny all the time. Would people treat him differently? Would he ever feel like he belonged?

Finally, they reached the gate, and he followed his mom onto the plane, feeling a mixture of relief and trepidation as they made their way down the aisle. The seats looked impossibly small from this angle, and he couldn't help but worry that he'd be even more cramped than usual. As they took their seats, the flight attendants came by with drinks and snacks, their faces barely visible over the top of the armrests. The boy leaned forward, peering up at them, feeling suddenly very young and very small. But despite everything, he couldn't help but feel a sense of adventure bubbling up inside of him. After all, this was their trip to Greece, and no matter how tiny he might feel, he was going to make the most of it.

The plane taxied down the runway, gathering speed until they were airborne, soaring above the clouds. He stared out the window, marveling at the world below, feeling a sense of freedom and wonder that he hadn't experienced in a long time. He couldn't help but wonder if his classmates, John in particular, would be jealous of his newfound size. The thought made him chuckle to himself, and he glanced over at his mom, who was busy settling into her seat. She looked up at him and smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "You know," she said, "it's not so bad being small sometimes. It's a different perspective, isn't it?”

He nodded, considering her words. "Yeah," he replied, "I guess it is." The flight attendant came by with drinks and a small snack, and he politely accepted, feeling self-conscious about his small hands as he held the cup. As they ate, he and his mom chatted about their plans for the trip, talking about the beaches they wanted to visit, the historical sites they hoped to see. He tried to ignore the occasional glance from other passengers, but he couldn't help but feel a bit conspicuous. Still, he couldn't shake the sense of excitement and anticipation that coursed through him.