You always thought your younger half brother was cool. He's five years younger than you. You're 20, almost 21, and he's 15. He a good looking dude. Messy blond hair. Sharp, intelligent green eyes. But he's developing a little bit of an attitude. He still looks up to you, but he's definitely gained a more independant streak. His name is Jake. Jake Chambers. Your mother remarried when you were four, and they had Jake when you were almost 6. The two of you didn't even look like you were related.
While your relationship with him was still good, it was at its best about five years ago, when he was a cute, funny little 10 year old and you were 15. He would hang out with you and your buddies. Take him hiking. Show him a few tricks on a bike. Help him with his homework.
You thought of your brother when he was ten, kissed the ring, and said the magic word. "Alakazam!"
You meant to think of his sharp, green eyes. Would have contrasted nicely with your really dark brown hair. You didn't realize you were thinking of him as a ten year old boy when you said it, and assumed it would give you his eyes.
But too late for that now. The room started to mysteriously somewhat grow as the ring disappeared. Apparently, it was one-time use only. What do you expect for a buck?
"What the?" You said allowed. Your voice! It was higher-pitched! You were also now wearing different clothes! A black sweatshirt, blue jeans, and skate shoes! Those shoes.....they looked familiar.....
You hopped off your bed, which was further away from your floor than you expected. And blond locks dropped in front of your eyes.
"What the...?" You squeaked again, taking a look at your much-reduced frame. Brushing the hair away from your eyes.
Suddenly the door to your room opened, and stepped in......a giant of a man. Tall, broad, muscular. Shaved head with dark whiskers, dark eyes, and tan skin. Wearing your clothes!
"Hey there, little guy, what are ya doing in my room?"
N- nothing." You manage to squeak out.
It was really disconcerting to be looking up at yourself, with such a domineering presence.
"Well, would you mind running along? I gotta study for my finals."
Wait. I was supposed to be studying for my finals! "I have to study too!"
I look down to where I put my laptop bag. Instead, there was a bright red bookbag. He chuckled, bent down, picked up that small bright red bag that I remember used to be Jake's when he was in fourth grade, and handed it to me.
"Here ya go, little dude. Now run along!"
"I- I-"
"Come on now, I don't have all day!"
What just happened? I felt intimidated in this guy's presence. In.....my own presence? I was confused. I took the bag, and beat it out if there.
I then ran to the bathroom, closed the door, and breathed heavily for s moment or two. What the heck just happened!?
I finally ran to the mirror, and saw the reflection of....none other than my little half brother Jake! When he was 10! I searched and searched the face in the mirror. It wasn't at all my face. Not my eyes. Not my hair. Not my nose. Four miles. One on my left cheek, one on my lower left side of my jaw, one on the right corner near my lip, and one on the left side of my neck! My ears were his slightly undersized ears! Messy blond hair. Nothing about the face in the mirror was mine! Everything screamed "Jake!" And not 15 year old high school freshman Jake! Not even that! But rather little 4th grade ten year old Jake!
I reach up with my left hand. Even my hands looked different! Much smaller. Much smoother. Fingers were long and thin, and nails perfect. I studied my hands in front of the bathroom sink for a minute or two. I looked back up at the mirror, and saw 10 year old Jake with those bright green eyes looking back. I touched my face with my left hand.
"What the heck happened?" I whispered. Staring at my new intelligent green eyes.