You decide that perhaps it would be best to sober the kids up in a flash--teach them the consequences of inhibitionless fun that too much drinking can bring--and there's just the option to do so, you notice. You enter in the selected transformation--making note that the change will not just alter them physically and mentally, but also their realities as well. Both would have memories of their past lives--a lesson learned would not be well worth it if forgotten, after all--but the more they'd spend time in their new forms they were about to becomes, the more their past life memories would fade with time--like an old photograph not well preserved. Both Nate and Josh had already piled into the photo booth--the two looking like rich fraternity brothers who had great lives. Well, that was about to be undone a little bit. As the photo booth wound up, the pitch of its whirring mechanisms apparent to anyone with ears, both Nate and Josh argued over what poses they should adopt.
The first flash went off would be the physical transformations, and immediately afterwards you hear how the seat they'd had to "squeeze a butt cheek" to fit side by side wasn't as tight as it had been a moment ago. You peer in through the curtain to watch as Nate, the blonde frat bro was slimming down--his muscles dwindling and fading until he was only an overgrown twig of a young teenager. His pal Josh, who was a bit stockier, likely from too many beers so far in college, was not far behind in growing skinnier and losing definition.
"Dude, did someone spike the beer with drugs? I'm seriously tripping looking at you," said Josh to Nate.
"They must have cause you're starting to look all different than yo-ou usually do too, said Nate, with a screech in the middle of his sentence where his vocal cords screeched and switched octaves.
Josh laughed until a second late his own laughter grew higher pitched as well. It was then that both Nate and Josh looked at each other, seeing that what little of puberty they had left to them was rolling backwards as well as skinny tall frames began to shrink and compress themselves in on each other until two nine year old little boys--not even old enough to be considered preteens!--were sitting right next to each other in clearly oversized clothing.
"Shit... whatever was in that thing is strong," said Josh in utter amazement--the whir of the mechanisms of the photo booth now coming once again to their highest pitch before another flash went off.
This time, their clothing would be affected, as their clearly now too large t-shirts, jeans, shoes, socks, underwear and accessories at first shrunk to better fit them both, before they started shifting into small uniform pieces. The t-shirt growing baggier, a pair of shoulder pads appearing underneath, and the t-shirt turning into jersey material with the local elementary school mascot of a baby hawk having just emerged from an egg emblazoned on it, as well as their last names appearing on the back above their numbers. Their jeans shifted in material and cut, the ends of the pants growing tight around their legs and moving up to about capri-length--exposing both their bare ankles. Their no-show socks grew and stretched upwards until they were just long enough to stuff underneath the ends of their padded pants. Shoes turned into cleats, and various bits of random jewelry they'd been wearing (gold chains most prominently) shifted, turning into headgear, specifically football helmets for them both.
"This is freaking me out!" squealed Nate.
But it was too late, the third flash would alter reality and their memories. Both Josh and Nate blinked a few times, as new memories of having just come from winning their PeeWee League Championship entered their heads. They still remembered, for the moment that they were supposed to be college freshmen, vaguely, but right now, this new life where they were PeeWee players was starting to feel a whole lot more real to them.
When Nate and Josh stepped out of the photo booth--two decked out nine year old boys having come straight from the field to the outlets with their Moms, and they'd wandered off while their Moms were shopping.
"What's happening to us?" asked Nate.
"Come on Nate, let's go find our Moms, they'll know what to do!" encouraged Josh without even thinking about what he was saying until the moment after having said it when he stared gobsmacked at Nate before the two hurried out of the shop.