I looked in the mirror as I held up some scuffed-up, worn-out shoes. I saw my round face, with its wrinkles, and tired eyes. I didn't particularly dislike being me, if I was being honest. However, the thought of taking a vacation in someone else's life... well, that was exciting. Possibly the most exciting thing to ever happen... well, if it is true. The claims are somewhat ludicrous.
I realized I was wasting time pondering this over, so I decided to get right to it. They weren't the smallest shoes, although it was faded it looked like they were a size 12 or 13. I practically fell to the ground to rip off my own shoes and socks, and slipped the "magic socks" before following them with the shoes.
As the last shoe was secured, I was let down... I had envisioned a sort of whirlwind transformation, a la the Genie in Aladdin, or something like it. But I did not even feel a tweak or twinge, and my broad feet filled out the canvas shoes a bit too tightly. All I had was some uncomfortable shoes on. I decided to stand up and walk about a bit to at least give it some time. My back strained a bit, my large stomach and weak back struggling to get up from my seat on the floor of my bedroom.
As I stepped around, the edges of my feet were really smarting. But I decided to push through as I walked out of my room and downstairs to the kitchen. My stomach was growling, so I set the oven to preheat. I walked over the living room and turned on the television and stood there, flicking through channels to see what was on. Eventually the oven dinged, letting me know the oven was set to go, and I got halfway before something dawned on me.
My feet weren't hurting anymore.
I looked down, and moved my right foot around a bit, and saw that my foot actually had room in the shoe. Like it was maybe a half-size too big. As I watched, I realized my clothes felt roomy too. I had been wearing a suit for work, but took the jacket off earlier. My sleeves were covering my hands, and my belt was barely holding up my pants. My heart surged with adrenaline... I clutched at the baggy clothing and dashed over to the bathroom near the living room. I practically broke the door down, but as slammed the light switch on, I got a good luck at the mirror, and the face looking back.
Staring back, wearing my crumpled, baggy clothing was a teenage boy. He must be 15 or 16, with short blonde hair that is a little messy but probably is en vogue for the kids these days. I shuffled closer to the mirror, and started feeling my face. Even as I put my hands up to touch my new nose, and cheeks, I realized that my hands were entirely different. They were large, and awkward... the hands of a boy who hasn't finished growing into them. I looked into my light-blue eyes (previously a murky brown) and tried a smile. They crinkled, in a way that was playful and cute. I noticed his teeth were a little crooked and slightly yellowed, someone wasn't the best at brushing. But nonetheless, I had morphed into a handsome younger guy...
The possibilities seemed endless. My mind was racing, even as I shuffled out of the bathroom. I really had to kick these pants off, and the shirt had to go too. I threw on some drawstring pajama shorts I had from many years ago, and aggressively cinched them tight. Then, I looked for a better shirt, but realized a simple undershirt would suffice. I wasn't going anywhere yet anyways.
Feeling that I wouldn't trip now, I went back downstairs and realized the oven was still on, just not cooking anything. At this revelation, I realized that my stomach was still growling. And it was a wild feeling. This was a body where I could look down and see "my" feet, and here I am hungry enough to eat a horse. I guess this makes sense, considering teenage appetites. I put a frozen pizza in and dashed over to the living room.
I suppose the shock of actually transforming has wiped me out. My mind seems almost blank because anytime I settle on an idea, something else comes up. Even just the logistics of going anywhere in this form would require me needing to acquire more appropriate clothes. And since I didn't have the foresight to buy more than just shoes, I was likely going to have to morph back into myself to get some better attire.
As I waited for my food, I actually sighed a bit knowing I would have to resume my normal shape. Even though it was silly, because it would only be a temporary change... it just felt unfair. There always had to be a hiccup, I suppose.