Henry helped clean Kurt afterward, seeing that he couldn’t clean with that cast on his leg. No words, exchange between them, it was just a casual minute where Henry dabbed Kurt’s dick with a damp towel. Even though Kurt knew it was Henry, it was still quite weird to see his brother cleaning him.
“Where’d you get those socks from?” Kurt asked, curious where his best friend found those magical socks.
“I bought it from a store, nothing special really,” Henry replied using Devon’s childish pitched voice. “I thought it was ludicrous at first but when I tried it on your brother, I know it’s for real.”
“Can I try it?”
“Sure, who do you want to turn into?”
“I kinda don’t want to turn into someone else, yet. I’ve been thinking about whether it can transform me into myself.”
This threw Henry into a confusion. How can someone transform into themselves? He thought hard but he just isn’t getting it?
“There in the cabinet, I have some of my old shoes in there.” Kurt pointed at his wardrobe. Henry went over and grabbed the nearest shoe he could find. He remembered seeing this a year ago. Its distinct neon green highlights and black outlines are unforgettable. He must have grown out of them, or he must have replaced these with his newer set of sneakers.
Over at Kurt, he dressed his feet in the magical socks, careful not to stretch them thin or they become loose. His leg on a cast has a peeking foot, so there’s no problem fitting the sock inside. Once worn, he slid the neon shoes in and waited for something to happen. And well, something did happen - albeit not much. Kurt’s hair grew longer until they peeked over his ears. The cast on his leg cracked whilst his leg shortened and grew slender. Overall, his body thinned and shrunk a little bit. As if he became a few months younger. And maybe, that’s what happened.
Suddenly, Henry hit his cast, cracking it clean into two. He wriggled his foot out and stretched it high in the air. His fractured leg was cured, and so was his fractured arm. He stood like the accident never happened in the first place.
“That’s what I was expecting,” Kurt said.
“So, you transformed into a younger version of yourself?”
“Yeah, what were you thinking? Good riddance. That cast is killing me.” He sat with his legs crossed and scratched the thin hairs from his once-broken leg. “Oh… I’ve been wishing to scratch my leg itch for days. It feels so good.”
Henry’s mission to help his best friend is a success. Even his original plan of ‘helping’ him is a whole lot different, he still managed to help fix his mess.
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Henry decided to get home seeing that there’s not much to do at The Dimartino’s Residence. He doesn’t want to be seen as another copy of Devon by his friends either. So, he returned home, and luckily, no one saw him get inside looking like Devon. He transformed into himself as soon as possible but forgot that he’s wearing Devon’s clothes. His shirt ripped as he grew, shredding into brown strips that fell on the ground. His groin nearly burst from the pressure that built upon his briefs. By the end of it, Henry looked like a crazed naked hobo who failed to wear children’s clothing.