It's been fun giving in to your inner child. A normal five year old probably would't care much about if they had clothes or not after all. Just look at Mark. (Though you couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong there. Just couldn't figure out what) While part of you wanted to keep running around naked you were a bit worried you'd get in trouble if you tried to go outside like that. Your parents seemed to be tolerating the two of you running around like that for now... But that was just while you were inside. And you did want to run around outside and play there too!
So for now you decided to try to put an end to your nudity. Of course this was somewhat problematic. You didn't have any clothes in your close that fit. The clothes you had been wearing yesterday before you regressed to a five year old obviously didn't fit anymore. Finding something that did might be a challenge. But... Your parents tended to be packrats. Heck, that was part of the reason you were a child now. Maybe they still had some of your old clothes. Since you hadn't seen any in the basement when you found the Age-O-Matic that left only the attic.
"I think maybe we could find some clothes that fit us up in the attic." You explained to Mark.
"Really?" Mark looked at you quizzically. "Shouldn't they be in your room?" That was right, no one else in this world remembered you were an adult.
"Um well in the summer I run around naked so often we sometimes put them in storage!" You said trying to play it off. You weren't sure if he believed you or not but you quickly hurried up the stairs to the second floor to avoid letting the conversation continue. Once you reached the attic door getting up was a bit of a challenge. A rope dangled down from the ceiling, and it was one you couldn't reach. Mark arrived a few seconds after you and noticed what you were staring at.
"Here let me help." He replied before getting down on all fours. With him acting as a step stool you were able to stand on his back and reach the pull string. With that the attic door slid open as the stairs came sliding down. The two of you were able to head up.
The attic was just as crowded with junk and covered in dust as your basement. Really, you were wondering if you should worry about your parents tendency to keep everything. There was probably still stuff from the previous owners. In fact, the Age-O-Magic probably was. At that thought you felt slightly distracted. You had found a magic machine that could change your age in the basement... Could there be some other marvel hidden up here? Part of you was tempted to forget about searching for clothes and instead look for a new gadget to play with.