Carl was near panic, gazing at the gangly 13 year old in the mirror. He was a boy again, barely a teenager. Carl now simply stared at his boyish face, his narrow chest, and skinny frame.
An odd sinking feeling now crept over Carl, he gasped as he saw his reflection sink a few inches lower, his face rounding as the few whisps of hair on his face retreated, leaving his it smooth.
"No," he whined, shocked at the childish tone of his voice. He was 12 now, a preteen who was perhaps years away from becoming the teenage heartthrob of only an hour ago. "Ethan," he stammered. "I have to call Ethan!"
Gathering up his discarded pants and shoes, Carl now cracked the door of the executive bathroom open. Breathing a sigh of relief, he was thankful it appeared Ben was on his lunch break. The now skinny preteen bolted for his office, determined to call Ethan and fix this.
Halfway to his office, Carl tripped, sprawling on the floor with a loud thud. Carl winced, the fall having skinned his knee. Wondering what could have caused it he glanced backwards, a boyish gasp escaping his lips
Carls boxers had finally lost hold of his boyish hips, having snaked their way down his now pencil thin legs. What was even more disconcerting was how small his lower body appeared. Carl had stepped out of his own socks, his barefeet now small and childish. As the boy scrambled to his feet he was shocked to see his button downed shirt descended to mid theigh. As distressing as that was, he was at least thankful for some sense of modesty as he now found himself naked from the waist down.
Grabbing his boxers, Carl now sprinted for the office once more, flinging the door open before slamming it. Carl was shocked at the size of his office now, just how young was he? Running to his desk, Carl was shocked to discover his feet no longer touched the floor from his seated position, his toes dangling a few inches off the ground.
Chancing a glance in the darkened monitor of his computer, Carl could barely make out the image of the boy staring back at him. He couldn't be more than 9 or 10 now! Puberty had completely abandoned him, his face round, his body thin and his eyes wide an innocent.
"No, no, no,no," Carl whimpered. "I look like a grade schooler. I need Ethan now!"
Reaching for his office phone, Carl paused as he gazed at his hand.
The boys voice caught in his throat as he watched his hand begin to shrink. The short sleeve button down sleeves slowly inching its way down his arm, before resting at mid forearm. Carl now looked over his body, his stomach still flat but looking as if it had a bit of baby fat to it while his legs and feet continued to shrink. Carl leaned back in his chair, the boy shocked as his head seemed to dip lower, the faint picture in the monitor rounding as Carl descended through grade school.
As the changes paused, Carl now had to kneel on his chair in order to properly reach his desk. Frantically Carl now rummaged through his desk, finding a small mirror, which only confirmed his fears.
Carl couldn't be older than 5 now, the boy swamped in his buttoned down shirt that almost completely covered him. The boys face was round, his eyes large, innocent and rapidly filling with tears. Carl sniffed, wiping his nose on his tent like shirt as he now reached for the phone. Hopefully Ethan could fix this before it was too late