Ollie felt his body filling out, growing stronger and more lanky. His arms and legs spread like branches as the ground fell away as he spread uptwards. His muscles toned as his skin gained a natural tan as if he'd spent many days out in the sun, his hair and highlights a messy tangle of curls once again. Ollie saw his reflection in the mirror and stared. A boy, maybe about 12 years old stared back at him, a speckling of freckles all over his face. Luckilly the robe he'd had on gave him a bit of cover though beneath he could tell he was very much the boy he'd become.
"Daddy...I..." Ollie started, but when he turned he stopped and gasped. David was gone, at least, the man he'd loved was. In his place was another boy, a boy his age who vaguely resembled David. He was holding an old shirt which he wiggled into.
"Ollie! Now we can be the same age," The new younger David squeaked.