Now then. What shall I do?
As he was standing there, nervously looking at the witch who just purchased him, she started getting taller. Matter of fact, everything was! It seemed as though his vision was moving downward, rather than everything growing.
It didn't take long, when asked what she did to him while looking up with his new innocent bright eyes. His voice came out higher-pitched than he was used to, and his eyesight, he noticed, was sharper-focused. He noticed he was now wearing a bright green shirt that was slightly too large on him. And Jean shorts that reached down to his knees, with brand new white basketball shoes. His skin was blemish-free and smooth on his arms and legs. His hands looked different. A slightly darker shade. Tan. His palms a whiter color.
"Come. Walk with me.
I've always wanted a child of my own, you see. Especially a nice little boy."
Elspeth opened a closet door. It was a deep walk-in. Brightly lit, and almost a room in its own right.
"Come, my child."
"Child?"
"Yes. Come over here so you can see."
"Yes, mistress," James complied.
He walked over to the closet. She motioned him to step forward.
"And please. Call me mom or mommy from now on."
"Mom?"
"Yes, dear. That would make me happy."
Knowing enough not to make her angry, he said "ok, mommy." In his now higher voice.
He walked into the closet, and she told him to turn around after she had closed the door. His jaw dropped! He couldn't believe what he was seeing!
There on the large door on the inside, was a large full-body mirror. And staring back at him, was a young boy he didn't recognize. He was maybe 8 or 10 years old. Dark hair with a very nice fade. Bright, grayish-colored eyes. His body was perfect. He was short,even for his age, but he was a really cute boy. He couldn't be any taller than 4 feet even!
With his heart racing and his mouth now slightly open, he walked closer. His front teeth were his adult teeth that just got finished growing in. Not yet worn down from age, they were long and bright-white. Reaching down slightly below his upper lip.
He reached up with an impossibly young little hand, and felt his smooth, stubble-free cheek.
The boy looking back at him did the same. He didn't even recognize that boy! "That's me. That's really me! I'm a young boy!