I grab his clothes that now belong to me. I walk to the bathroom for a shower and to get dressed. I begin undressing myself, out of Ender's bed clothes. I'm short, thin, and worst of all, hairless! At least Im perfectly and every tan.
With trepidation, I wander over to the mirror. Staring back, is Ender's wide, fearful eyes. I screw up my face, and cock my head. An exact spitting image of Ender anytime he ponders upon something. Which is all the time. It's such an adorable look. I'm adorable!
I look down at my new 11 year old boy's lower body. Nothing to speak of down there. An impossibly small little baby-dick whose balls haven't dropped yet. But my new little stomach does. I'm a young boy. Just a little boy! My new shoulders slump. How humiliating! I'm now a child, will be spoken to like a child, and treated like a child.....
"Ender, If you're not out of there in five minutes....." My new "mom" was yelling at me through the bathroom door.
Sighing, I pick up a pair of small underwear. Impossibly small. Yet, not so small in my smooth little hands. I slide them on, fully aware that Ender wore these last, which is a little gross. But then again, I AM Ender. It was my current body who wore these undies last. They pull up into place easily enough. My small little dick doesn't even make a pouch inside these small underwear. I tough myself through the undwear, and it's such a small squishy little thing.
Next, I pick up his school pants. I can't believe I'm doing this. I put my skinny hairless legs thought the lefholes, and pull up the shrimpified pants. Which are actually slightly too BIG! I see a belt on top of the shirt, pick it up, and thread it through the loops. I pull it tight, fully aware that I must utilize the last hole! How little I've become, by becoming young Ender!
Next, go on the loose white button down shirt. Not tucked in. Them the Navy ye sweater vest with my new school logo on the breast. Next, the tie. And I realize I have no skill at thing a proper tie. So it's all loose and crooked, with my shirt untucked. I look in the mirror, and get a shock to see a spitting image of Ender trying to look "cool" in his private school uniform looking back.
"Let's go, Ender!"
I cringe, hearing that name. Knowing full well that's now my name. At least, for the time being. I bend down to pick up a pair of black ankle socks, then put on the black, rugged-looking sketchers. Uniform, complete! I'm now an elementary private Catholic school boy.