That weekend, Eric drove back to his hometown to spend the weekend with his family as usual. Since removing the band 3 days ago he had not aged past 22, and he was ok with that. The band was sitting on the passenger seat of the car as he pulled into his parents' driveway.
Eric climbed out and was greeted by his 7-year-old brother, Ian, with a hug, which he returned tenfold.
"Hey, Ian, buddy? I've got a gift for you," Eric said with a grin as he reached into the car and withdrew the band. He slipped it over Ian's small wrist easily. "I wasn't a whole lot older than you when I got it." Three days ago, he added silently.
"Wow! Thanks Eric!" Ian exclaimed.
Dinner was an hour later. As his mom set down the piping hot food, Eric glanced across the table to Ian. The boy was clearly 10 now, but only Eric seemed to notice. Ian was taller but still skinny and white-blond.
Another hour went by. Now when Eric saw Ian, he saw a tall and leanly muscular 13-year-old with an actual 6-pack of abs, whose hair was darkening to gold.
By the time Eric went to bed, Ian was 16, and especially tall. He now had thick blond hair and his once-lean muscles were beginning to become more bulky. He was also packing big-time downstairs.
Eric said, "You know bro, you don't want to wear that to bed. Bad luck, you know?"
"Oh, ok," Ian said in a shockingly deep voice. He slipped it off.
Eric breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want his brother to wake up as a 46-year-old man. Besides, now Ian was the starting wide receiver on the high school football team. He was a hunk who had his pick of girls, having lost his virginity at 14 (Eric had lost his at 13). Ian had a charmed life ahead, but he should know the truth, just to be safe.