You stare in the full-length mirror - a cute, pug-nosed little boy of about 7 stares back at you with bright blue eyes. Curly, copper-red hair sticks out from under your bill cap, long enough to brush your shoulders. A splatter of freckles runs across your nose and cheeks, and when you grin both upper front teeth are missing. This is so weird! You did not even notice the change in the mirror as you got dressed, even though you now recall seeing the 14 year-old Jared slowly regressing into this skinny little first-grader as you put on the uniform.
There is a knock on the door and you expect your brother to yank it open impatiently, but a woman's voice says "Do you need help, Donnie? I can tie the shoes for you."
Donnie? Not Jared. So you have changed names again. You frown at your reflection. At first, the uniform looked all neat and trim, perfectly fit. But now the buttons are done up wrong, the belt is flopping loose, your shoelaces are untied, and your neckerchief is uneven. It looks like a little kid dressed you. Which, you realize, is exactly what has happened. You lean over to try tying your shoelaces, but your small fingers fumble with the laces and you can't remember what to do.
Jared's clothes are still on the floor where you took them off, but you suspect they will become Donnie's the moment you open the door. Do you want to see what Donnie's life is like? Or go back to being Jared? You have to make a decision right now, because the handle starts to turn.