As the kid before you morphed, you took a closer look at the shoes. You fell back, landing on the damp concrete floor in surprise. Those were your shoes, if you weren’t mistaken! A pair of vans you had loved, but they had been stolen from you by someone who cracked open your gym locker at school. The thief must have lost or ditched them here at the pool.
As you sat back up to kneel over your own former body, Noah began to stir. Thankfully the transformation seemed to heal the serious wound he’d gotten from slipping. Now it was just a question of what he’d do when he sees his own face looking down at him.
You cursed silently that you hadn’t taken the socks back before he woke up. It could go wrong explaining the magic socks. Who knows what someone could do with those, what trouble they could make. You can imagine to some degree, looking at this turn of events already.