As the purple light faded, Steve Farber found himself in a dimly lit room. The only lights came from a pair if desk lamps in opposite corners of a long hall. In the dim illumination, Steve spotted a series of large forms set in a row around him.
Stepping closer Steve realized the shapes were large book shelves. They were aligned tightly together, too close to walk between save for a single aisle between two shelves towards the middle. There were large wheels on the side of each shelf. Going by a hunch, Steve took a hold of the wheel of one shelf along the open aisle and pulled right. The mechanism resisted at first, enough to remind Steve of his shrunken form. Then it gave, and the entire shelf shifted right. Glancing down Steve noticed the shelf, along with the all the others, was set on a pair of tracks.
Steve entered the gap between the shifted shelves. Most of the books inside were thick and old, with numbered stickers on their sides. "I must be in some manner of archives," Steve decided aloud. "Most likely at a university or a particularly large library."
It was only now that Steve realized his clothing had changed. He wore a dark dress shirt covered by a sports coat, the exact colors of each impossible to tell in the half darkness. Steve grimaced when he realized the outfit came with a matching business skirt, a conservative length that still showed off some of his altered legs. He was thankful at least that the shoes were flats.
Steve turned his attention to the archive around him once more. There was no use in dwelling on his appearance. It was beyond his control at this point and merely material matters anyhow. Then one if the titles of books on the shelf caught Steve's eye, even older and thicker than the rest. Steve grabbed it, having to strain to reach it with his now diminutive status. He walked over to one of the desks in a hurry, eager to see the book in a better light.
