"Six," Dave said as he moved his piece.
"Umm...I might need some scissors soon," Sue observed. Her hair had grown the appropriate six inches and was now brushing the floor where she sat, cross-legged.
"Just deal with it," Dave snapped. He drew a card.
"Man, I wish I could see this," Terry said.
"We'll take pictures afterward," Sue teased. She looked over to Dave, who was pondering the words on his card. "What's the matter?"
"Oh, nothing. Except THIS...
You went first and stayed the same.
That won't last long in this game.
Now that you took center stage,
It is time you looked your age.
"What does that mean? I look my age already," Dave protested.
"Umm, I don't think it meant your physical age," Sue stammered.
"What are you looking at? I'm--" Dave stopped talking as his voice suddenly cracked. "What the...?" His voice sounded an octave higher than usual. Now he realized what was happening. He grasped his clothes as he shrank into them, losing years by the second. Long, lean arms shortened into chubby appendages. His shirt collar was almost wide enough now to drop over both his shoulders. His tiny feet escaped their shoes and socks. He struggled to stand up out of his gigantic pants while simultaneously holding up his shirt. He was standing on the floor now, his shirt falling all the way to his knees. "What...what age do I look?"
"Nine or ten, which is about the age you've been acting since we started this game," Tom said with a sneer.
Pitifully, Dave dropped back into his jeans, his shirt now covering everything below his shoulders. "It's not fair."
"No, it's not," Terry sympathized. "But we've got to deal with it until one of us manages to win. Please go, Hannah."