I stood there, looking at the mirror. Searching my face. My new face. Feeling it with my hands. Feeling the strange new haircut on my new head. Searching desparately for one shred of familiarity. My eyes seemingly permantly in a little bit of a "Tough Guy" scowl that makes that particular little pup somehow charming. Somehow, I switched bodies with little Finn Morgan.
I'm a kid!
I'm. Finn Morgan!
At least he's a good looking kid. He has the same body type as mine, and the same nice even tan skin tin. But this isn't right! This is all wrong! I'm not a 12 year old boy! I'm a-
Just then, the locker room door opened.
Mr. Salvatore came walking in. Wait a second, Mr. Salvatore!? But I'm-
"Hey there, kiddo!" He said as he came lumbering toward me across the room towards the bank of mirror.
"What-"
"Don't talk, " he interrupted. And i quickly shut my mouth.
He placed a big meaty hand on my shrunken shoulder. A hand that was, just a few moments ago, mine!
"You're going to have to get used to being called " kiddo" now. And "Little Finn." And other kiddie affections my....YOUR mom annoyingly bestows on you in front of everyone."
I just stood there, scowling with my dumb little face and dumb little haircut.
"Hehe, from this perspective, you ARE a good looking little guy."
That wounded my pride.
"Your old life. Your relationships with your beautiful wife and successful ball-playing twin brother, are no longer yours. Its mine, and your my student in the 6th grade gym class. Now. Go ahead and get changed into my old clothes for the rest of your first school day. This over here is your new locker assignment. It has my jeans, sneakers, T-shirt, and boxer briefs that fit you perfectly."
I started walking over there, obeying without really wanting to with my figurative tail tucked between my legs.
"And btw, I'm going to also take some of your self-confidence as well, and give it to myself. Not a whole lot. Just enough to render your already quiet nature to be even quieter due to shyness. You don't want to look wierd by telling fantastic stories about how you used to be. From now on, you're stuck in the 6th grade. This is now your life. Good luck!"
And with that, he disappeared from the locker room, and from my life. For good. At least, outside of gym class. And i was rendered speechless.