'First things first, I need to accept my identity', Grant thought. 'I cannot separate Grant and Peter, as they're one and the same. Perhaps the Peter of this body died when I entered, but now, I am him.'
"So....you aren't gonna abandon it right? You've put so much effort into this. We've already ruled out epimorphosis. Hydras seem to regenerate via a mixture of morphallaxis and compensatory regeneration. We just need to figure out the mechanisms", he said tentatively, hoping that his thesis project and internship weren't going to go down the drain.
In a small living room — polluted with the smell of alcohol — a tall adult male towered over a skinny young man, crashing his bloodied knuckles over the latter's bruised face.
No, that can't be right. The truth is he has become smaller. Feeling a sense of dread coming upon him, the "boy" raises his hands and takes a look. They are small, white, and most of all, smooth yet very fragile, as if they don't have any muscles whatsoever.
While laying down questioning himself, the boy looks around and notices a certain characteristic that he had failed to notice before—that everything looks big.
It would have been a harmonious scene if it weren't for the boy continuously frowning and turning in the bed as if he were in pain. The boy keeps groaning until suddenly he jolts up, clutching his head.
The room looks normal with magical crystals edging the room, with ample space for at least 7 people to live. The boy appears to be about 23-24 years old, with black hair, grey eyes, and a cute face. But looking at his body, which doesn't show even a single muscle power, he looks rather weak and pathetic.