Jeff went over to his dresser, noting how tall it was compared to him. He looked in the top drawer, having to stand on the balls of his feet in order to do so. He found a bunch of boxer-briefs. Good. This kid isn't supplied with just tighty-whities. He grabbed a black pair, and a pair of black ankle socks. Thats what kids wear these days. Low socks. There were also folded up white undershirts in the same drawer. He grabbed one.
He opened the next drawer down, and found a bunch of regular T-shirts. Closing that, he went to the next drawer down. Blue jeans and basketball shorts. Out of curiosity, he looked at the tag for the jeans. Red faced, he read the size. 23 Slim. He's definitely shopping in the "boy's" section....
"Great. I'm just a boy..." He said glumly to himself.
"Mikey, are you in the shower yet?" yelled his "mom."
"Mikey?" Jeff thought, and twisted his young little face up in dread.
"Yeah! Hang on!" He yelled back
"Well, hurry up!"
Sighing, he shoved the jeans back into the drawer, and tried the fourth drawer down. Bingo! Navy blue school pants! He grabbed a pair, and shoved that drawer closed. He wasn't sure how he knew, but he knew his shirts were hanging up in the closet. A mirror! But of course!
Going back here a bit. Little Mike Satrazemis, Jr. has a one of those sliding-door closets in his bedroom. Two really wide doors on a sliding track. The doors overlap when both are open at the same time. The door that slides closed leftward is the inner-most door. And the one that slides rightward, is the outter door with a really large mirror hanging on it.
With this large mirror that Jeff just now noticed for the first time, he was able to get a really good look at "himself" in this well-lighted room. Even though he had figured out that he was much smaller, much smoother, and therefore, much younger; even though he figured out that he was his neighbor's young 10 year old son....seeing the mirror image of the boy looking back with his impossibly young face and bright blue eyes came as a shock. Just looking at the handsome young boy at eye-level staring back with those baby blues of his, was surreal.
Jeff stood there, looking over his perfectly clear, adorable, boyish face. One tiny little light mole on the right side if his forehead, and another above his lips on the right. A slight hump of a nose that blends perfectly with his cheeks. Short medium-colored brown hair, with soft blue eyes flecked with green and hazel. He stands in front of this mirror, with his soft ten year old hand touching his cheeks. Mouth open, eyes wide. His long, perfect white front teeth poking out slightly rom the botton of his upper lip.
Jeff opens his mouth and admires his new set of pearly whites. Even his TEETH are somehow "cute." Perfectly shaped. Perfectly white. Damn, this is such a good looking kid even if he is short for his age. Which only makes him still the cuter. He's glad he's so good loocking, but this entirely too young. No lady wants a young boy....
"Mikey! What are you doing up there!? I dont hear the water running yet!"
His mother broke his reverie. He threw open the closet door. Hanging up, are several pairs of identical button-down white shirts. He reached in and grabbed one. He somehow knew he needed to also grab a navy blue sweater-vest.
Clothes in hand, he rushes to the bathroom to get ready. Now its time to reveal himself in his entire nudity. His chest and armpits, not a single strand of hair. Though, he does have a surprisingly nice, broad chest for his size
He drops his pants, then his underwear. His penis sadly disappointing. Not a wisp of hair anywhere on his body. His penis only fit for a child.
"Great. Back to square one, " thinks Jeff. "At least, for now..."