Frank didn't know much about Leprechauns, heck, until this moment he didn't even know that Kyle was subject to the wily tricks of one. But now that he thought about it, it definitely made the most sense about how everything was happening. Somehow the Leprechaun had tricked his friend--no father--no son--Kyle into signing that contract, and some how gotten him tied into this entire mess--even if he hadn't signed the fucking contract. Some part of him was upset about that, another was frightened, and still another was trying to think of a way to get Kyle and himself out of this fucking mess.
"I need to get these clothes off me and take a shower," he mumbled to himself. He could think of what to do while showering. Aging four decades in a few minutes had caused him to build up a lot of sweat and his overabundance of hair wasn't making things any easier. So Frank shrugged off the ripped remnants of his boyish clothes and prepared himself to take the shower that Kyle had been in the midst of.
After the water was just the right temperature, Frank stepped into his shower and reached for a green bottle of body wash and began lathering up a washcloth, making it a soapy with plenty of suds. He then rubbed the washcloth all over his body, careful to get every nook and cranny of his bloated middle aged body. A few moments later Frank began to feel a tingling that felt all too familiar to when he'd gotten younger the first time.
He went erect immediately, and knew he shouldn't touch it, he had to think of a way out of this mess, not make things worse getting tangled up in it further. But who was he kidding? He'd hardly gotten into this situation thinking things through. So with a grunt, Frank wrapped his meaty hand around his erection and began to rub away at it, his middle aged body simultaneously rubbing away the years as fat began to pull in, hair fill out and darken, and the prime of his youth return to him, and then intensify as muscles shrank and he began to re-enter his gangly teen years quickly and suddenly. With a moan he came, and Frank almost felt he expelled puberty with it as he suddenly lost height quickly and suddenly as the last remnants of adulthood dripped from his diminishing dick turned into a nub as his balls shrank and pulled up close to his body, and all thoughts of adulthood began to dissappear. The shower grew all around Frank as he settled at the age Kyle had been before Mr. Leprachaun had taken him away. In fact, thoughts of Kyle as his son and as his father were beginning to melt away as he was starting to think of him again as his brother. His fraternal twin brother, who'd been kidnapped by Mr. Leprachaun, and Frank had to figure out some way to stop it, yeah!
Stepping out of the shower, Frank dried himself off and felt a renewed sense of energy and purpose. He was going to find and rescue his brother just like those superheroes he read about did with people in trouble. But first he'd have to get dressed, and how convenient there was a pair of overalls all folded and ready for him on the toilet seat lid. As Frank stepped into the pair of overalls and clipped the front, he was oblivious to the giggle which echoed about the apartment.