Nolan simply gawked at the young teen in the full length mirror. It was definitely him, a boyishly handsome face, skinny frame, and light brown hair. Tentatively he now reached up to touch his face, shocked at how smooth it felt.
"Whats happening to me?"
That was all Nolan could even spit out. Shocked he gazed at his youthful hands, fruitlessly trying to push the sleeves of his jumpsuit up his arms. As Nolan studied his youthful teenage body he was stunned beyond words.
The sleeves of his jumper were longer, covering his hands to mid palm, while the pant legs accordioned around boots that seemed to be twice as large as his feet. Nolan could tell he was shorter, he just couldn't believe it.
As Nolan stared at his hands he began to whimper. Nolan's youthful hands were now slowly beginning to vanish inside his sleeves. It almost seemed to the rapidly regressing janitor that his sleeves were eating his hands. Gazing at his appearance he could see his face rounding, becoming more childish than teen.
Nolan was also shrinking in size once again. The legs of his jumpsuit beginning to puddle around his boots like melting wax. It struck Nolan that in a way he was melting. The jumpsuit that was slowly engulfing him a reminder of the man he was and the boy he was rapidly becoming.
"Whats happening to me!"
Nolan voice was rapidly rising in pitch, becoming more childish as he traveled backwards through grade school. Passing 10 and becoming 9, Nolan gazed at the impish boy that looked like he was pretending to be his dad. Nolan hands had completely vanished inside his sleeves, the empty material sagging several inches past his diminutive hands.
Nolan jumpsuit was making it impossible for the young boy to move. The work boots he wore anchoring him in place. As he tried to step out of his boots, he found that although his feet were much smaller they were still too big to easily slip out. At least for now.
Nolan chanced a glance at his appearance, seeing a boy of around 6 or 7 staring back at him. Nolan jumpsuit seemed to melt around the boy, most of the material puddling on the floor. Nolan now noticed his shoulders, barely contained within his adult clothes.
Still Nolan grew younger, the boy growing smaller as he went from 7, to 6, to 5. Now a fresh faced Kindergarten student, Nolan shoulders now began to poke through the top of his jumpsuit. Raising his arms the boy could only utter a pathetic moan, his hands now rested where his massive biceps had once stretched the material.
"I want my mom."
The utterance was pathetic, Nolan feeling every bit the child he was rapidly transforming into. Nolan regression wasn't complete. Kindergarten was now a year away, leaving a chubby faced preschooler. Finally he had grown too small for his jumpsuit, the clothinf finally falling away from Nolan diminutive shoulders and pooling around his boots. The boy now dressed only in a simple white t-shirt.
As Nolan dropped another year, he finally found himself small enough to step out of his cumbersome boots. Lifting his tiny feet out of his boots, the child now stood barefoot in front of the mirror, his former adult shirt covering him to just above his ankles.
Nolan was speechless, his mind fogging over. Reflexively the now 3 year old child stuck his thumb in his mouth as he whimpered for his mom.