"Mr. Huff, are you okay?”
“I felt a strange tingle but nothing happened so why where you so adamant I didn’t touch the button? Was this another one of your pranks? I’ll have you know young man…”
What he didn't notice while he was busy yelling about the phone years were quickly melting away. His stubble was fading away as were the few wrinkles on his face. They vanished almost completely in the course of a few moments, leaving a faint fuzz on his lip and chin. His hair suddenly regained its blonde coloring as his steely blue eyes seemed to become even more intense in color. He also didn't notice his clothing growing looser.
"I swear kids nowadays have no respect for authority…." All while he was complaining, Mr. Huff was growing rapidly younger.
He looked like a young-teen now, no longer the well-built teacher he was minutes before. The sleeves of his T-shirt were past his elbows, no longer tight-fitting against his massive biceps and visibly sagging beneath his arms. Beneath his shirt Mr. Huff felt more changes taking place - his chest was collapsing into itself, the hair that covered it sinking back into his skin and disappearing as he grew younger and younger. The hair beneath his armpits likewise retracted, as did the hair on his shins.
His shoulders narrowed and his arms became scrawny as he was dragged back across the threshold of puberty, becoming just an 12-year-old boy.
Mr. Huff’s shirt was in no way tight-fitting now, as all the muscles that used to inhabit it had shrunken to their 12 year-old size. His sharp jawline had rounded out into a boyish face that no longer stuck fear but was welcoming and dare Jeff say happy looking.
"Wha..." Mr. Huff said, finally observing the slackened nature of his shirt. He went to feel the shirt, and finally noticed his thinned physique. What he saw frightened him. He saw a shirt, moments ago tight-fitting on his muscular frame, hanging sadly on his skinny 12 year-old frame.
Mr. Huff yelped, his voice slipping to a high pitch at the end of the yelp. He had shortened noticeably by now, his face having regained a boyish appearance, leaving him a skinny little kid standing pathetically in his overlarge shirt which washed over him, becoming like a giant tent over his youthful frame.
"Help me!" he pleaded, staring up Jeff with impossibly large eyes set beneath a mop of light-blonde hair in disbelief of what had happened.
“What did that app do? My muscles are gone and I look…” he suddenly stopped midsentence.