"I feel funny..." Arthur said grasping his stomach. "Did I eat something bad." He thought. But he couldn't have. He hadn't eaten anything since last night. Arthur walked to the nearest restroom and sat in one of the stalls. "Just in case... I feel something weird coming on". Then Arthur began to shake as he felt the entire room spin. He felt like he was changing or losing something but he couldn't tell what. He just couldn't understand anything until the room stood still again.
"I don't know what I ate but..." He stopped. His voice! Something was definitely wrong! He stood up and fell. He saw that his legs had disappeared! No they hadn't... they had gotten tangled in his jeans. Which were now extremely large and baggy. Arthur stood up and the jeans and his boxers fell to his feet. "What the hell happened?" Arthur said in his high-pitched voice as he stepped outside the stall before his mouth dropped. The bathroom mirror reflected a boy around 12 years old naked.
He had a short buzz cut and was extremely skinny and undeveloped for his age. "That almost looks like me when I was younger..." Arthur said noticing the reflection moving his mouth to every word he spoke. Arthur touched his ears. The boy did the same. Arthur waved his hand. The boy did the same. Arthur gasp as he realized the truth: HE HAD TURNED 12 AGAIN!!!
"No! No! No! How could this happen?" He said. He walked to the mirror and looked at his body. He barely had any hair now. He hadn't decided to grow it long until high school. Also he lacked any muscle definition. Arthur flexed his arm and was met with nothing. He looked down at his body. He was scrawny and weak. And worst of all... his once prized packaged now stood hairless and undropped. It was about an inch or two at most.
Arthur felt tears coming to his eyes. How had this happened? He was stuck as a prepubescent boy. But then he remembered: the spinning, the strange tingling, and the... ray gun! Of course it must have changed him. I just need to get home and find a way back to normal but first how do I get home?" Arthur asked aloud. He couldn't go home walking in the oversized jeans or shirtless considering he was now kid.
Arthur walked to the bathroom door and peering the door slightly he spotted an aisle of boy clothing nearby. Sneaking over in his oversized jeans, he grabbed a shirt, a pair of shorts, and some underwear and raced back inside and into his stall. Arthur put on the underwear first and realized that they were a bit loose. "How degrading! A simple pair of briefs don't even fit on me now" he said. They would have torn simply if he had attempted to put them on in his original state.
Next came the shorts and shirt. The shorts weren't bad but the shirt he had grabbed featured a graphic design of a stick figure flexing saying "Can't handle these guns". Could it be anymore ironic? Arthur tore off the tags since he would be able to pay for them in his current condition. He would just come back later to pay for them. After all he was definitely not going to turn 12 again after he turned back to normal.
After he finished changing, Arthur put on his large baseball shoes. They weren't the best but they would have to do. He stuffed the jeans into a box that said: Bargain Bin and hurried out of the store. Trying to draw as little attention as possible, Arthur walked slowly so that his shoes wouldn't make a flopping sound from the large size. No one noticed him and he was quickly able to make it back home.
He closed the front door and found the ray gun from before. "How does this work..." Arthur said. He found the knob labeled: Age and fiddled it in the opposite direction. After a few turns he hit himself with it in the stomach again. The tingling sensation returned and he felt his body begin to expand. His clothes ripped apart as he grew but just as he began to get older the changes stopped. Arthur waked to his bathroom to see his body at 23 years old. "Damn! I need a few more turns" He said.
Arthur turned the device a few more turns and hit himself again. Just as he begins to change he hears the front door open from the bathroom. "Art, are you home yet?" Cheryl says. Arthur closed the door and watched as...