A really small little black shirt and black T-shirt. The T-shirt was all black, with a white border in a shape if a square in the chest area. Inside the box, in white lettering, were the words "Mr. Steal your girl." Down along the sides of the shirt, was the word "Mountaineer, " with two white stripes as a border for that word.
The small little black shorts were a matching set with the shirt. Also on the sides of the shorts, was the word "mountaineer." Taken together, the shorts were a continuation with the shirt.
There was still the sales tag on the clothing. Intrigued, he picked them up. They were so small! Clearly designed for a young boy. Perhaps 8 or 10 or something. Boy's size small.
Oliver decided to attempt to squeeze into this small little set of clothes with the ring on his finger. He stripped down, picked up the shorts, and went to slip them on. As he did so, the world appeared to grow around him! The shorts slid on easily enough.
His chest. It was thin, light-skinned, and so....SMOOTH! Long blond locks fell in front of his eyes!
"Whoa..." Oliver breathed in high-pitched wonderment, as he brushed his new hair to both sides.
Oliver stood there, looking at his new, youthful body. Impossibly clear, smooth, young skin! Not a hair in sight anywhere, other than the bountiful blond locks now adorning his head.
His hands and feet were ever-so-slightly pudgy. The very end of childhood baby fat. He looked over at the mirror. An unrecognizeable boy no older than 9 staring back, wide-eyed with shoulder-length blond hair, blond eyebrows, and big hazel-colored eyes .
Oliver stood there in shock. He touched his face with his right hand, and the boy in the mirror mimicked him exactly. Perfectly smooth face. Not a whisker to be seen or felt. So impossibly....YOUNG!
"Oh my god, " he said under his breath.
Oliver stood there, checking hinself over for sometime. "I can't be much taller than 4 ft, and no heavier than 50 lbs!"
"50 lbs!" he thought. "I can lift that with one arm!" Looking at his now shrimpified arms, "at least, i was able to when I was...well...me! I doubt id be able to lift 10 lbs with an arm now!"
Oliver currently looks nothing like how he used to. He was dark-skinned. Short, neatly-cut black hair. Graying whiskers. Dark eyes. Large Italian nose. But the image staring back is that of a boy of 8. Fair-skinned. Long, blond hair easily divided in the middle. His hazel eyes. Small cute nostrils.
Leaving out a breath somewhat in fear at having just become an unrecognizeable cute child, he looked fown at his former clothes. They now had new tags on them! His shoes morphed into a little guy's pair of flip-flops!
"What the...?"
He picked up his former pants and felt around for a wallet. Nothing! The pants then began to shrink! Turning into a pair of small boy's jeans that just might actually fit him!
"No. Way!" Oliver breathed.
He reached in the pocket that formerly contained his keys. Nothing! But then a series of numbers appeared in his head. Numbers for a....bike lock!
He reached for his shirt. It too, shrank to a young small boy's shirt with a new tag!
"Whats going on?" He thought, growing worried.
He reached for the black shirt, and pulled it over his blond mop od a head. He slipped his new little feet into the flip flops that were formerly his shoes. A perfect fit. It completed his look.
He turned back towards the mirror, expecting to see himself again. Oliver nearly jumped out of his skin with the sight of this unknown young blond boy looking back again instead.
"Holy shit! That really is me. I'm just a boy. A young kid. A....child!"
His body was perfectly straight. Not a bulge anywhere; of either muscle or fat. Just perfectly straight. Thin, but not bony. And that....HAIR! Oliver is now a young, blond-haired little boy!