Jack crawled out of bed that morning and got dressed for the day. He put on jeans, a Captain America T-shirt and his Letter Jacket that he has had since he Lettered in football as a sophomore, a point of great pride for him. He ate breakfast, fixed his hair and grabbed his car keys. Off he went to his school about five minutes away. Mountain Vista high school was not a bad high school but at the same time wasn’t a great one either. He stopped and talked with his friends Brady and Chase before heading off to first period. The classes at the high school were long to him because of the block schedule, which made him only have four classes in a day, but they were an hour and a half each. His first class was math, and Jack hates math. His college Algebra class was super long and pretty hard even though he got a B last semester. He couldn’t focus. His mind went racing elsewhere. He wondered how young he would get before the mental change set in and also couldn’t focus because he was getting younger. Unbeknownst to him, his legs and arms were preparing to become that of a fifteen year old, a sophomore. The class went faster after he started playing on his phone. Once it got out, he was a sophomore. His next class would be English two. He got into class, got his notebook out and sat in the back with. Chase, Brady, and Jason. They goofed around for most of the class, learning and paying attention when they needed to and messing with each other when they didn’t. That class went fast because it was easy to Jack and his friends were in there with him. Now onto the last period before lunch, Chemistry. Jack hated Chem with a passion, not because it was hard, but because the teacher was terrible. She would yell at the kids for genuine questions that she though were rediculus and monotone the rest of class. He couldn’t even play on your phone because even when you were just checking the time, because the clock was in the back, and she spotted you, she would take it for the day. The class was another lecture, surprise, not, and was utterly and terribly boring, especially since Jack still had his knowledge from when he took it last year. He got done with the class after what seemed like twelve hours and wanted to go home and eat leftovers for lunch, but the security guards stopped him and said that only juniors and seniors could leave the campus for lunch. Sad because his lunch plans were dashed, but happy that the Chronivac was working, he went and sat down with his friends at a table near the back windows. He got some pizza and his friends started asking him where Marissa was, his girlfriend that broke up with him at the start of junior year. At this point in January, he’d only been dating her for three months. Without skipping a beat, you said she was home sick. You had no idea how you knew that but you knew it was right. Jack had fun clowning around with his friends for the rest of lunch. He then went to his final period of the day, art. Jack sucked at art and the art teacher knew it. She hated him because he was an entertainer and was good with a camera, but not so much pen and paint. She ridiculed him throughout class but the Juniors that he used to be somewhat friends with, but were now just class friends because of his regression, stepped up for him and made him feel better. He got home, this time by walking, because he could no longer drive and collapsed on the bed. When he woke up from his hour long power nap, it was four. He was also now a freshman. He didn’t know for sure, but he felt smaller and his muscles were more defined. He was also a lot shorter and his penis was a lot smaller, as he had a major growth spurt during the summer before sophomore year. He played some call of duty and came upstairs to eat, which was taco night. Made himself one less taco than he normally would have and then did his homework and went to bed for the night. The next morning, he would wake up as a...