Jeff woke up in a strange room the following morning. He nornally goes to bed with just a pair of boxers, but he woke up wearing a white sleeveless undershirt, and a pair if light blue pajama bottoms. The bed he fou d himself in was a twin, but it seemed larger than a twin should. His own bed was a queen.
The sheets were Star Wars-themed, and the room was bright and cheerful. Jeff sat up and looked quizically around. This wasnt his room at all! This us a room meant for a young boy! What happened!? Where was he!?
He went to get out of this stranger's bed, but he noticed his arms, hands, and fingers. They were snall! And impossibly smooth! His white wife-beater-style shirt clung perfectly to his child-sized chest and torso, which he also took note of.
"What the heck!?" He said in his new child-like voice. He jumped out of this bed, onto his shrunken child's feet. He stood in tbe middle of this unfamiliar room, and started checking out his young little boy's body. Patting hinself down everywhere. Even checked his new unimpressive little nub of a penis cradled in a little boy's whitey tighies he was wearing underneath the pajama pants. The small little hairless worm, just before puberty hits it. Completely smooth. Not a wisp of hair in sight!
"What the heck happened!?" Jeff said again outloud. His eyes went wide, as gripped his thin smooth neck. "My voice!" It was high-pitched, yet smooth as butter. A perfect tenor. He's about to discover he is now his nightmate neighbor's little brother. A boy just about to turn 11, and stuck at the end of 4th grade at a Catholic school where he's a choirboy.