I walk upstairs and head to my older brothers room. After all wearing my clothes probably wouldn't change me at all considering they were all pretty recent. Besides I had already tried my Dad's underwear yesterday and turned 40, incidentally of course, but I was hoping to not turn that much older this time.
"Jonah really didn't leave any of his belongings behind when he moved out," I say as I notice his empty bedroom. However, he did leave behind some boxes full of his old clothes that I guess he must've forgotten to get rid of. I walk over to the box closest to me and open it to see some old workout clothing my brother had used when I notice something sticking out of the side. I pull on the band and slowly uncover.... a Jockstrap!
I hold the jockstrap in slight disgust, after all Jonah had used it for who knows how long, but I did want to test my "power" for lack of a better term. I toss the jockstrap on the ground and slowly take off my clothing before walking to my bedroom and hastily tossing them on my bedroom floor. I walk back to Jonah's room and grab the jockstrap and slowly heave my legs through it before slowly moving it up my waist. Eventually I heave it up and find that the jockstrap is quite to big for me. Hopefully that would change.
Like my prior transformation, I could feel some slight changes happening to my body but I wanted to see the whole transformation this time, so I walked to the adjacent bathroom and looked in the mirror. I still see my same old reflection. A 16 year old teenager on the lanky side with light brown hair in a crop cut hairstyle and little to no body hair except for my arms and legs and the pubes surrounding my 3 inch dick. I watch in anticipation and slight excitement as my body starts to lengthen as I grow an inch. Then nothing happens at all.
I wait for a few minutes before realizing that nothing is happening. "What went wrong?" I think to myself as I walk back to Jonah's room. Besides growing an inch, it didn't look like anything happened to me. I take off the jockstrap and toss it back into the box before heading to my room. I walk to my bedroom and notice my phone illuminate from a recent text and walk to my dresser to check my phone.
I quickly read the screen of my phone and see that it was July 3rd and currently 8:47 in the morning. Suddenly I avert my eyes back to the screen but more attentively! It said it was July 3rd but it was supposed to be June 20th. Something wasn't make sense, how did so much time past when I haven't even transformed any older. Suddenly I remember my experience from my Dad's tighty whities and wonder if perhaps I really had become older.
I walk back to my brother's room and grab the jockstrap examining it before spotting the worn out state it was in and realize that Jonah probably hadn't worn it in years especially with how he stopped doing sports after high school. But what if the last time he'd worn this specific jockstrap was when he was 16? It would explain why I hadn't age, well much anyway, and since reality had to alter to my transformation I guess Jonah had only been slightly older than I currently was when he stopped wearing it.
I toss the jockstrap slightly annoyed back in the box and go back to my bedroom hoping I could turn back to my original age. Although I didn't do much in summer except for work, I wasn't looking forward to going back to school either so I walk back to my bedroom and put on a shirt from my closet. However after waiting a few minutes I'm still an inch taller and my phone still reads July 3rd.
Uh-oh! How would I change back now? It looked like none of my clothes wasn't going to work. Suddenly I spot the pair of pajamas I had been wearing this morning on the ground from where I had thrown it. I quickly put it on and feel the changing sensation once more. I wait a few minutes before checking my phone to see it said June 20th once more. I know realize that I fully understood the capabilities of my power now. Whenever I transformed, reality would alter my surroundings to fit the age I had become. However, the last pair of clothes I had worn would also appear but in an appropriate location. Which explains why the suitcase from yesterday full of my original clothing had appeared in my bedroom or the guest room as it had turn into when I was a house-sitter.
I felt more secure understanding my powers better and jot down my information in my Notes along with the other information I had learned. Now that I had a better grasp I wanted to do a good transformation this time. Should I try on my old clothes from the attic or give Jonah's clothes another chance? Then again I could always use my Dad's clothes......