"Well, Ryan, since you asked so nicely, I have come here to knock you down a rung or three."
Ryan looked puzzled, "I don't think that's how you say it."
"Shut up, pip squeak." Jeff said bitterly as he pointed to Chronivac righg at him
"Pipsqueak?" Ryan said in a deadly growl, "Just who do you think you're talking to, boy? And what the fuck is that? A vibrator?"
"So immature, Ryan, just like you're about to be. Tell me, if you had the chance to go back and relive your childhood, would you do it?"
"I'm not wasting my time on your bullshit." Ryan shoved him off and turned to grab a weight.
Jeff desperately wanted to throw some witty retort his way, but decided actions spoke louder than words. He lifted the Chronivac and fired. A beam of light hit Ryan square in the back, though he didn't seem to notice. What he did notice, however, was how heavy that weight was. He couldn't even try to lift it! He'd benched twice his body weight before, but this made no sense!
Ryan tried again, but when he reached out and saw his arms, he was shocked to find them small and gangly. He closed his eyes and shook his head, the grabbed the weight with both hands. Suddenly, it seemed to give a little, he stood up a little straighter, his eyes still tightly closed, but he still couldn't lift it much higher than his knee. He opened his eyes and let go, but there was no crash of a landing. The weight had never left the ground. The only thing that changed was him! He was so short!
Suddenly his arms legs chest and face itched like hell as every single one of the hairs fell out, leaving smooth, almost immaculate skin in its place.
"What have you-" he almost shouted, but his voice scraped against his throat in a squeaky rasp. He tried to clear his throat and in a much clearer, much higher voice said, "What have you done to me!?"
"You always did value those boyish looks of yours, Ryan, and they just don't cone much more boyish than that! You're about ten years old now, I'd say, and, with a few special modifications of my own, you might not grow into such a pompous ass this time around. Enjoy your new life, little guy!" Jeff's grin widened until it almost hurt as he started walking away.
"I'm gonna kill you, you sick bastard!"
Jeff stopped, "Oh? Now that wasn't very nice, was it?" Ryan's rage turned into fear as Jeff point the Chronivac at him again, "There's a little button on this machine called Stasis, do you know what that mean, little man?"
Ryan shook his head fearfully.
"It means you don't grow up at all. An eternity stuck in the fifth grade. Would you like that, Ryan?"
Ryan stepped back and tripped over his now too large pants.
"If you ever want to drive something with more than two wheels again, I suggest you behave." Jeff started to walk out, and Ryan started crying. He couldn't stop himself. Everything he was had just bern taken away from him by a twerp who was now twice his size. He was sad. He was scared. And he was angry.
Just as the door was about to close behind Jeff, Ryan lost controll and screamed, "I HATE YOU!!!"
He stopped and turned around once more. "Well, I did warn you."
Another beam of light hit Ryan and he felt a terrible, sinking feeling.