"Hey, what's this?" I asked, picking up what looked like a cartoon ray gun.
George examined it. "It says Age Ray on the side. And there's a switch with a plus and minus, and buttons that say Start and Stop. Oh, and the little screen is an age readout."
"You think it's for real?"
"Only one way to find out. But not here and now. Too risky," he replied.
So I pocketed the Age Ray and we snuck back to rejoin the group tour.
The camp was for boys ages 7-18. The girls had their own camp. So naturally, age groups bunked together.
After we were sure our counselor and cabinmates were down for the count, George and I snuck out of the cabin. We headed for the 7 & 8 year old cabin and crept inside.
I counted 8 boys, plus the counselor, who was a 13-year-old boy named Quinn. I zeroed in on Nick, a short boy with messy black hair. His glasses rested on his nightstand.
I aimed the ray at him and flicked it to plus and hit Start. Soon, there was a noticeable difference. Nick was taller, lankier. Soon he had entered puberty. He really took off then, not stopping until he hit 18, 10 years older than before.
I examined the new young man. He was very handsome, with rumpled black hair and a rugged, chiseled face, which was set off by stubble lining his jaw. Nick was also shockingly muscular, with bulging chest, arms, legs- anything that had muscles. He was gorgeous and I was practically drooling looking at him.
Now I turned the ray on the other boys, who soon matched Nick's attractiveness. Finally I turned my attention to blond Quinn, who was now younger than his charges. I aged him to 23, a blond powerlifter who always wore tight clothes to show off.