Scottie was sorely tempted to have fun with his friends like he used to when they were younger, and he hated disappointing his friends who wanted him to join them so much.
“Fine,” he agreed finally. I’ll do it. He rolled his eyes, exasperated. “But only because you two miss me so much.”
They all agreed that Scottie would take a nap while the other two went for another swim, this time both as 11-year olds. Once the other two had left, Scottie stripped naked and looked at himself in the mirror one last time before regressing. He wondered if it really was as much fun as the other two made it seem to be. In any case though it was reversible, so what did he have to worry about?
He set up the machine, jumped into bed and closed his eyes.