Johnny bit down, getting a huge chunk of the golden apple. "It's really crisp and sweet!" He grinned as he chewed, but as he swallowed he staggered as his body shrank suddenly. Sharon gaped as the 15 year-old regressed suddenly into a 10 year-old, then a kindergarten age child with clothes falling off him. The now 5 year-old Johnny stared around with wide, frightened eyes, dropping the apple. "Mommy!? Where is my mommy? Where am I?" Sharon looked down at the apple in her hand and threw it away, then moved to kneel in front of the scared little boy. "It's OK. Um, your mommy went somewhere. You can stay with me until we find her, OK?"
Johnny frowned, but then brightened and nodded. "OK!" He shook himself out of the pile of clothing and tugged off the shirt that now dragged the ground. He did not seem to care about being naked, and Sharon realized that she didn't either. He was 5 years old, even if he had been her age just a few minutes earlier. It was the apples. They both must have eaten them before. So they had been older. That sounded gross! She didn't want to be old. But she sure did not want to be a little kid. Taking his hand, she looked around and spotted a path leading out of the grove. "Let's go look for your mommy."