Max looked like a 6 year old little boy. Max wasn't sure how to react to this. On one hand, he'd have to grow up again. On the other, he could have died. He decided that a second childhood was much better than death.
"Oh honey, I know this is going to be a hard adjustment, but we'll help you through this change." His mother said, hugging her baby boy, stroking his head gently.
Max couldn't help but tear up, he returned his mother's hug and sob into her blouse.
Time passed as Max was put in physical therapy and speech therapy to help him recover.
After a few months, he was finally allowed to go home. Upon returning home, he found his room was now fit for the age was was currently. Despite his age, Max insisted on trying to be as independent as possible. Max climbed up to his bed which was now a castle bed. Max hugged his big teddy bear. It felt so soft and he enjoyed it. He giggled.
Max decided that being a little boy again wasn't so bad. He searched his closet and found several costumes and childish clothing.
Little did he know, his costumes were able to transform him into whatever he wore. He'd still be Six, but a six year old version of whatever costume he put on.
Max decided on..