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michael had just arrived home from rehearsal. suffice to say, it kicked his butt, and now all michael wanted to do was relax for a while, which was something he hardly ever got to do.
on most days, michael would be sent home, but would be called to come back in after only a few hours, which meant he was almost always working.
michael sighed, laying down in his bed for a moment, before spotting his coloring book on the floor.
he honestly wasn’t sure how it got there, but he couldn’t deny the fact that it had sprung an idea into his mind.
michael hadn’t been able to get small in weeks, all because of his busy schedule.
well, he supposes now would be the perfect time. besides, it wasn’t like he had to go back to work today. he could just make up an excuse.
michael makes a quick call to the head director and tells them that he wont be able to make it today because of “personal reasons”, then hangs up the phone once he gets a response.
michael grins from ear to ear, then covers his mouth, trying to stifle his giggles.
he quickly jumps out of bed, grabbing his coloring book off of the floor and putting it back in its designated place. he then walks over to his wardrobe and puts on his favorite red onesie. it practically swallows him, which is how he likes it.
he giggles when he looks at himself in the mirror and sees how small he looks, twirling around a few times, followed by a bit of dizziness.
michael is reminded of how hungry he is when his tummy starts to rumble, which is followed by a small huff from the boy.
michael wishes he had someone to take care of him. he didn’t enjoy having to try and take care of himself while feeling so small. he had grown accompanied to it, at this point.
michael makes his way over to the kitchen. he grabs a milk carton out of the fridge, then grabs a baby bottle from a nearby surface. he pours the milk into the bottle until he deems the amount enough.
silly michael. he knows that milk isn’t really food, but trying to find something that he could eat felt like too much work right now.
after drowning in his thoughts, michael heads back to his room, shutting the door softly behind him.
michael turns on the television in his room, turning to a comedy film that he watched quite often. the boy feels even more exhausted now as he becomes more accompanied to his headspace.
michael holds the bottle steady in his little hands as he presses the nipple up to his lips, suckling the milk out in small sips.
as michael drinks from the bottle, he watches the film with curious eyes, even though he had seen it many times in the past.
once michael was finished with the bottle, he sat it on a desk beside his bed. he felt a lot more relaxed now, letting out a small cooing noise, followed by the tiniest yawn. michael grabs his pacifier that was nearby before placing it in his mouth, gently suckling on the teat.
he snuggles more into his bed now, wrapping the covers around his small figure as he began to drift off to sleep.