With a pencil in hand, I wrote ”Jon Turner became physically a kid." I grinned as I finished off the 'd', thinking that I could have some fun as a ten year-old. Then my hands clenched suddenly, forcing me to drop the pencil, and my body pulled and started to shrink. The change in size was to be expected, but as I fell to the floor with a strangled, strange bleating noise, I saw that my fingers were growing together and turning dark. My clothes tangled around me, shaped all wrong, and smells and sounds got much more intense. I fell to my hands and knees...
What? Confusion filled my mind as I realized I was not on hands and knees - I was on four legs! Instead of hands, I had pinkish-brown cloven hooves, and the spindly forelegs that had been my arms were covered with soft white fur. I gave a bleat of dismay and shook myself out of the tangle of shirt and pants. The rest of me matched the hooves and forelegs - covered in white fur, small and slender, with a short tail that was twitching like crazy. This couldn't be right! I scampered over to the closet door that had a full length mirror and found a baby goat looking back at me with golden eyes. I bleated in horror and confusion. What had happened? I wanted to be a young boy, a kid, not an animal!
Then it dawned on me - baby goats are also called 'kids.'