15-year-old Wyatt walked into the magic shop. He was a skinny boy and pale, a little nerdy, and he wasn't entirely sure why he'd come in.
Suddenly an older man popped up from behind the counter. Wyatt jumped, startled.
"Looking for something?" the man said.
"Uh, no, not really, I was just going-" Wyatt stammered as he moved for the door.
"Please, stay! I'm sure we have something good for you," the man said with a smile.
Wyatt moved away from the door reluctantly. Suddenly a glimmer caught his eye. He reached for it and picked up a small locket.
"Oh, that!" exclaimed the shopkeeper. "That is special. It will turn you into the spitting image of the person whose picture is inside, as long as you're wearing it."
"Really? Sir, I don't believe in magic," Wyatt said scornfully.
"Allow me." The shopkeeper took the locket and opened it. He slipped in a photo of a boy Wyatt's age and closed it. Then he put it around his neck. Wyatt watched in amazement as the man turned into the boy.
"Do you believe now?" the boy asked with a smirk.
"I'll take it!" Wyatt exclaimed as he forked over some money. He grabbed the locket and left.