You try to throw on some clothes quickly, to make your way to the door. You don't throw on socks to get dressed faster. Or maybe it's because any of your old socks would be more like a cap, leaving the heel and ankle of these boat paddles completely exposed. By the time you make it the delivery person has already left. Oh well. You bring the box inside, and tear it open. Inside are some unremarkable black sneakers. You try them on. They're snug, a strange feeling now that you have so much foot to cover.
You take off the shoes for the time being and head to the bathroom. You want a quick shower to wash away the sweat from last night's jerk-off session. You strip down and let the water wash over you. You examine your body a little more. You're getting used to the slight changes as you see them through the soapy drips. Your skin feels different, more smooth in ways, but less elastic somehow. Must just be a fact of getting older. You catch yourself thinking this, and shut off the faucet. You didn't get older, you swapped ages. You should probably switch back today.
When you go out, you make sure to put on the ring before you do. You don't know what you'll see. You end up walking into the downtown, not far from your apartment or the magic shop where you got this mysterious ring. Maybe you should head back there? It would be interesting to see what else you could get your hands on. You should probably make a decision, this new body seems to get tired out a little faster and you already want to turn around and go home. As you're waiting for a crosswalk light to change over, you notice a person in front of you.
He's standing around with his friends. Young even by your former standards, maybe just out of high school? 19 if you had to guess. Him and his friends are dressed in athletic gear, but they look to scrawny to be athletes. Maybe swimmers or runners, but that seemed unlikely. The guy in question has a cigarette hanging out of his lips, and he pulls it out between his thumb and forefinger. When he looks sideways, you can see he squints when he looks around, sizing everything up. His dark eyes are framed by thick eyebrows. Before he turns forward again, you see one of them has a line shaved through it. Your eyes drift down to his backside. His ass is well-defined in his track pants, although you're not sure if it's muscle or baby fat. It looks great, great enough that you feel a twitch in your boxers. You flush a little and adjust your stance to hide it. Looking back up, you watch his closely shaved head turn to look at you. He's noticed you looking. "Fuck off, you old queer." His friends give you a sideways glance and they all walk to the other side of the street laughing.
You're a little sore from the insult but you have the means for some instant karma. Maybe this young man would be a little less cocky if you swapped ages. Then again, it was just a comment, and you may have some more pressing matters. Like getting to the magic shop to see what other magical items you can get ahold of...