Ollie laid out the clothes, they looked about his size, certainly appropriately kid sized, but when he put them on they seemed at least two sizes too big. He recalled the neighbouring kid. Had he been big for his age? Not that Ollie could remember. Perhaps he had ended up smaller that he had been originally been at 13?
Looking round the room he saw a height chart that the kid had been recording his own growth on. Ollie stood up straight and made a mark with his nail on the chart.
4 foot 7 inches
Shit, he was small. He had forgotten that he had been a late developer. This was tiny, though. Had he ever been this undersized?
The neighbour's kid had been this height before he had been 11 judging by the marks and dates on the chart Taking care to keep the ring off his finger he found a pair of the kid's sneakers. They were supposed to be the same age but they looked huge compared to his own. He tried them on and his feet positively swam in them.
Just then he heard a knock at the door. Who could that be? He knew the family were away on vacation.
"Hey, who's there?" came a voice. Ollie recognised it.
Bill was a teenager, about 16, he guessed, who helped out with yard work in the summer. To Ollie he was just another local kid, but how would he seem now from his new perspective?
Ollie put his own sneakers back on and went downstairs to open the door. Bill was standing there in tee and cut off jeans. He had been painting a fence and had a baseball cap slung lazily backward on his head. He was chewing gum.
He was also huge. Perhaps no more than 5'10" in reality but to Ollie's new 13 year old size he was well more than a foot taller. He was also, Ollie noted, much more mature. He had obvious muscles, there was hair on his chest, arms and legs and there was a light dusting of stubble about his chin and lip too. His voice was deep.
"Hey, Kid" said Bill. Where are the Johnsons?"
Ollie thought quickly and explained that his older cousin had been checking the property for the Johnsons and had just gone to the store for some soda.
Bill looked at him curiously. "And, you're like what? 10 years old?"
Ollie felt an odd feeling inside himself. "No, he protested in a voice that now seemed ridiculously childlike and high "I'm 13!"
Bill bent his knees and squatted down until he was eye level with Ollie. With another odd, but not unpleasant, feeling, Ollie noted just how far Bill had to reach down until he was at his level. He noticed too how much sinewy muscle Bill had in his calves compared to his own hairless legs (that seemed all the thinner for emerging from flappy, too big, shorts).
"Well. okay "Stretch" if you say so"
Bill stood up to his full height put a hand down there and ruffled Ollie's hair with what seemed like a big and very manly hand.
He noticed Ollie looking up at him. "Hey, little guy, I shouldn't have called you that. You're just short for your age, that's all. You get handed down clothes too, I guess?
Ollie blushed, and pulled at the waistband of his shorts, which were sliding down and risked leaving him exposed in front of this big teen
Bill had an idea. "Do you want to help me clear u??"