Though he seemed to have convinced Eric of his story, at least some part of Johnny's mind was still nervous and unsure that he could have outsmarted the 19 year old, and the strange force that pervaded the house had latched on to it.
Eric stared down at himself and his loosening clothing. He now found himself holding up his khaki shorts, fumbling with the matching belt, trying to keep them from falling. His shirt, which hust a few minutes ago had been tight enough to show off his well sculpted chest, now was practically draped around him.
"There," he said, securing the belt. Eric decided to take stock of himself, and lifted the shirt. He was shocked to discover that his finely chisled physique had somehow shurnk considerable, and was now well toned, but flat. It reminded him of his middle teen years, before the workouts really started to show on him.
His shock was only intensified as his muscles continued to receed as he watched, dwindling into a skinny and childish appearence. He didn't notice exactly when it happened, but he realized that his shorts had fallen down around his ankles, despite the fact that he'd tightened them quite securely only a minute or so before.
He reached down to pull them back up, and realized that his arms and legs were just as skinny and hairless as his chest now, and his feet had become tiny little things. He pulled the belt tight again and traced his steps back to the mirror he saw earlier.
A cute and familiar blond kid stared back at him.