The heat throug out his body continued to grow. But it would stop just shy of being outright painful. He started sweating profusely.
After about 10 minutes or so, he noticed his clothes started getting larger, as the world started growi g ever so slightly.
"Uh oh, " he thought, as he started having regrets."
"Maybe i should have made a batch with my own DNA!?" he thought, too late. "What if i end up not understanding how to make that cocktail??'
But this idea that crossed his mind, was alread too late! All of his body hair had already "burned off, " and his hair and skin tone were darkening. He was far too uncomfortable to think clearly and more efficiently enough to do it.
Another 10 minutes goes by, and the heat spreads deep into his bones. The world really begins to grow all around him, as his jeans and boxers just drop right off his narrowing hips, and down his shortening hairless legs. He feels his skull reshape, and his skin tingles. He can only stand there, breathless, as he closes his darkening eyes. He even feels it deep in his balls, as they "undrop" themselves and tighten up into a much more youthful appearance. Right on the cusp of puberty.
"PUBERTY!" he squeaks out as his new brown eyes open. "I went back through puberty!" he said, as he looked fown at a small little pecker that didn't belong to him. Or did it? It did now!
He suddenly started feeling cooler.
"Is it over?" He said in Harry's soft boyish voice.
Scott looked over his new shrimpified body. His shirt hanging off of him like a female hobo's dress. His pants and underwear pooled down around his feet. Breathless, he looked at his hands. Tiny little things. His fingers short and thin.
"Whoa." he said under his breath.
He decided to shrug off the ill-fitting shirt he was wearing. He was now naked. As naked as the statue of.....himself now....standing over in the corner. He looked down at his new smaller body. Hairless! Everywhere, perfectly smooth skin! That of....a boy! His eyesight was much-improved, as was his hearing.
Scott wanted to check himself out in a mirror. But first, he must get dressed. He had no idea how long the transformation took, nor how much longer until his wife....Angela.....his....MOM! would be back.
He reached over for the clothes he brought with him. Medium boy's boxer briefs, small pair of black jeans, boys' size 14. And a boys' size medium shirt. He put the clothes on. And they were too big! Not terribly too big, but the black jeans he would deifnitely need a belt. And the shirt was also oversized. A graphic T featuring TMNT. Great. Just great.
"What the hell? I knew the boy was small, but he was too small to wear a medium-sized boy's shirt, and needed a belt for a these small pants?" he thought.
Whatever.
He next grabbed the shoes. A small pair of indoor soccer-stlye black and white Addiddas shoes. He just had to know what size the boy wore. 6Y. He looked at his reduced little feet, and his stomach dropped. 6Y.
"I'm just a dumb kid now, " he said softly outloud.
He forgot a pair of socks. Well, the boy had dropped his pajamas right outside the booth. He remembered a small pair of green socks in the pile. He went over to where he set the clothes down, and fished for the socks.
"Might as well, " he said.
He out them on. They, too, were a bit on the large size. But would do. Then he put on the shoes. They slipped on easily. A little TOO easily.
Once dressed, he looked down at his ridiculous little body in oversized clothes. Almost like he just stepped out from the '90s. He could swear the boy never dressed like this.
After surveying himself for a bit, he looked over at the statue. He approached the thing.