You want to chase after Jared but your Dads has placed his hand on your shoulder and his grip is too strong for your new body to resist.
“James we don’t want to be late!” your Dad says as he takes you to the cashier. You watch as you leave the ROTC area you were previously and enter an area full of Boy Scouts uniforms. You’re still in a state of shock bad your Dad finishes paying for the uniform and hands you the bag.
“Ok. Change into this uniform and meet me in the truck. If we’re lucky, we’ll arrive just as the meeting begins.” Your Dad says before leaving through the the front doors. You look down at the bag to see the dreaded Boy Scout uniform that landed you in your current predicament. Obviously, you had no intention of being a Boy Scout, you never have, but with Jared now in your body and you in his there wasn’t many options to take. The best you could do is simply adjust to your new life before you track Jared down.
You walk back to the rest room and enter the back stall you used previously. You take off the ugly two-tone shirt and jean shorts you're wearing and put on the Boy Scout uniform. Unsurprisingly, they fit. You place Jared’s or in a sense “your” clothes in the shopping bag and walk out of the restroom. You walk out of the building to see your Dad patiently waiting in his old truck.
You’re a bit shocked to see it working considering it broke down a year ago but if reality had altered, it appeared it had restored the truck in the process. “James when are you going to grow up.” your Dad says as you enter through the side door. You find it a bit harder to get in due to your new height. You were probably a foot shorter than before putting you at 5 ft. You manage to jump into the passenger seat and close the door.
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you needed a new uniform until yesterday. We’re lucky they had one in your size.” Your Dad says in a slightly annoyed tone. You just stay quiet. It feels weird to hear your Dad talk about past events you don’t even remember occurring or even existing prior.
“You’re going to be in high school next year. I hope that you can learn to be a bit more responsible by the time you finish eighth grade.” Your dad says as he pulls in to a dirt road. It takes all your efforts not to laugh. You had literally just been a high school junior about to head into senior year, so you were well aware of high school already. However, your Dads words did make you realize that you were a middle schooler again. You weren’t sure if you were willing to wait another four years to be 17 again.
Hopefully the Boy Scout meeting would end quickly and you would be able to turn back to normal. You get out of the truck and head into the mess hall. You find the entire troop already sitting together and you walk over to them. “James we were waiting for you” an adult man with a bushy beard tells you. He’s incredibly tall but he has a bit of a chubby figure along with appearing to be incredibly hirsute.
“Sorry. I had a little trouble with my uniform.” You say as you sit down. You find the entire group are boys resembling your age. You would guess that the entire group was made up of seventh and eighth graders. However, they all appear to be big, much bigger than you with your new height. Had middle schoolers always been this big?
Suddenly, you remember how you had hit your growth spurt in eighth grade and how you had continuously grown since. In fact you had always been a pretty tall kid. But now that you had Jared’s body, it seemed that you weren’t going to hit your growth spurt until a few years.
“Ok now today we’re going to be talking about the camping trip we’ll be taking next weekend.” The man begins to say. You look at him in disdain. There was no way in hell you were going camping with a bunch of middle schoolers. You look to see all the boys having happy expressions on their faces, excited for the upcoming trip. But you didn’t have to worry about it since you would be back to normal before then.
The rest of the meeting to you is a blur as you struggle to adapt to the customs of the Boy Scouts while trying to pass off as the experienced Boy Scout you were or at least were supposed to bed. At the end, the bearded man or Mr. Johnson as you learned he was called, gives you all some forms about the trip and calls the meeting to a close. You get up ready to head before you hear Mr. Johnson call you over. “Sorry James but your Dad messaged me saying he was going to be late. So could you help me with a small task. Don’t worry it won’t take too long!” Mr. Johnson tells you.
Honestly you want to say “No” but you knew that this probably was a situation where you didn’t really have the option to disagree and reluctantly agreed to help. “Great! Listen I need you to help me take some old uniforms into storage.” You follow Mr. Johnson to an adjacent room and find it full of Cub Scout, Boy Scout, and Sea Scout Uniforms. “Ok I’ll take these boxes first and unlock the door to the storage room. You can stay here and organize some uniforms before I get back.” Mr. Johnson said grabbing three boxes and leaving with the keys in his right hand.
You grumble and look around the room before you start to fold them up and placing them into some empty boxes. Suddenly you get an idea! What if you put on a uniform? It would be interesting to experiment and see if you transformed into someone else solely through uniforms or if the exchange with Jared was only a one time thing. Also you would probably be able to turn back if need as long as you kept Jared’s or your uniform nearby. You look around and……