"I wish I was 5 years old." I told Jon.
"Do you wish to be with the kidnappers, or just the age of 5?" He asked.
"How did he know?" I thought to myslef. "I want to just be 5."
A cloud of smoke swirled around me. When it disapeared, I was still 14.
"Why didn't it work?" I asked.
"Just wait." He said.
I walked over to my desk and sat down. I noticed that my pants legs were longer. I slowly lost height as I was getting off the chair. I stood there with my pants down to my ankles and my shirt to my knees.
I felt something crinkly and soft where my underwear used to be. My MCR shirt turned into a shirt with a bear on it. The bear held a Ballon and was dragging a wagon.
"It worked!" I said I turned to thank Jon. When I turned, I saw a little boy in a pair of underwear where Jon used to be.
"Jon, is that you?" I asked.
"Yea, do you like?" He asked as he gave a spin.
"Dude, you do look cute as a little boy, but I am strait." I told him.
"Oh god no, I was just asking if I looked good enough to play as a little boy." Jon said.
I opened the door to go downstairs and Jon attempted to stop me, but failed. I ran downstairs to see...