James Caple awoke with a start, groaning and cursing as the rich light of the late morning pierced his sleep-encrusted eyelids. In an instant he knew he'd fallen asleep while studying for his final and that said exam was being proctored as he sat there in his resentful half-sleep stupor. The underachieving nineteen-year-old soaked in self-pity for a moment before realizing that he'd be better served doing so while high - and it was as he was reaching for what was left of last night's joint that he looked for the first time at the screen of his computer.
Though it was the site's simplicity that made it initially inconspicuous, it was that same simplicity that made it impossible for James to look away. As far as he could tell, this site - your.age, if the address bar was to be believed - was nothing more than a black screen upon which, in simple white text, the user was asked for two things.
name:
age:
"The fuck...?" James murmured. Had falling asleep on his keyboard somehow brought him here? His curiosity sparked, James did as the site asked - it wasn't until he'd hit the enter key that he realized he'd left the 1 off his age.
In an instant James was overcome by the strangest sensation of his young life, a bizarre full-body high that sent him stumbling up out of his chair and against a wall...a wall that began to pull away from him as he looked up.
"What the fuck?" James cried out as he staggered backwards, then again in a higher pitch when his heel caught on the tattered cuff of his stained sweatpants. Smarting from the sting of falling ass-first onto the linoleum, James hesitated a moment before trying to get back to his feet...only to find that doing so would require the use of hands that had been swallowed up his shirtsleeves. "WHAT THE FUCK?!"
It was in that moment that the high suddenly intensified. James groaned in a deep delight that numbed the senses and pushed every thought from his mind. To him, it could've been hours before he worked his way back to his feet - when he did so and came up without his sweatpants.
James' bare, skinny legs had been wobbly even before he'd looked down.
He was a foot and a half closer to the ground.
"Guhhh...." A wave of vertigo sent James teetering back into his computer chair, which spun around and brought him face-to-face with the wide-eyed freckled boy reflected in flat black background of your.age. Though what he saw was impossible, James knew its truth in an instant. His awestruck eyes gaped at the text in the corner.
name: james caple
age: 9
"Holy fucking shit..." James murmured, staggered by the implications of what he'd stumbled upon. Such was his stupor that he'd almost not noticed the new height to his voice. "Hello...?"
He clamped his hands over his mouth, at once thrilled and aghast at the boyish little voice that had come out. A moment passed before let one go to, with trembling fingers, pull back at the collar of the long-sleeved tee that swamped his shrunken body. James meant only to glance but could not help but stare, even as the reflex to faint reared up in the back of his brain. The skinny, smooth little body curled up in his computer chair was at once so strange and yet so familiar, as was the sight of the wee little weenie that had replaced his grown hairy manhood.
"Hee. Hee hee. Heeeeee." James donned a wide-eyed grin as he rocked back and forth in the chair. He was terrified, sure, but at the same time the exhilaration he felt was unlike any he'd experienced before. The fun he could have. The sheer POWER of it.
The possibilities were so vast that James was paralyzed by choice for minutes. When he finally came to a decision, it was to...