Mr. Mendes tried calling Marco five times in the next hour, but there was no answer. This was due to the fact that Marco was swimming and would soon be a nine month old baby surrounded by a group of boys miles away. As for the cell phone, it was still in Marco's gym bag, set on buzz.
Mr. Mendes was beginning to think that he'd have to get himself home, but how? All his clothes were way to big now. He risked a look outside of the classroom. No one was out there. Wait, the football team still practiced in the summer, which meant the lockerroom should still be open. Mr Mendes wrapped his shirt around his waist and made a mad dash for the boys lockerroom. It was empty, no one was in here yet. Mr. Mendes had no idea how long the football team practiced, they could come back in here at any moment. Mr. Mendes rushed over to the lost and found box and found only a pair of old sneakers, and desereted PE uniform. The shoes fit well enough, but the uniform was two sizes too small. It was skin tight to his 13 year old body, and his shorts weren't any better. They were just as tight as his shirt, if not more so, and they didn't even reach mid-thigh. It would have to do, though, he had seen teachers send students to go change into PE clothes when their pants were to baggy or their skirts to short. He would probably look like any other Jr. high schooler now.
He ran back to the classroom gathered up keys and his wallet, and made for the school exit. On his way over he caught his refelction in one of the classroom windows. His tight new clothes didn't hide much. He saw the small and skinny frame of his chest and back, and the two twig like legs that came out of those tiny PE shorts. He lifted up his shirt, there was no chest hair, not even any hair leading down to his crotch. He checked his arms and legs, nothing. In fact, he had only a little peach fuzz on his cheeks, and a sparsh little bush around his undeveloped cock. What had happened finally hit him. He was a kid, he was maybe 12 or 13, it didn't look like his body had really begun puberty, and to top it off, he had to walk home looking like this. No, he had to run home. He wanted to spend as little time as possible out on the streets looking like he did back in the eighties.
He walked out of the school, and began his run home. He never realised how far away he lived, even running at full speed it took him a half hour to get home, while before, it used to take him only a few minutes to drive home. It was two o'clock now, as he rested his sweaty little body on his living room sofa. Mr. Mendes began to doze off on the sofa when he heard a couple of car doors slamming. "Maybe it was Marco" thought Mr. Mendes, as he ran over to the door and stepped outside. No, no Marco, but there was Josh and Ric, and two other boys who he didn't know. One of the new kids was holding a baby. "How did the boys get home without Marco?" Mr. Mendes thought, "and isn't that Marco's car in the driveway?". The boys walked up the stairs and into the house, followed by a confused Mr. Mendes.