As for Scott, there also wasn't anything he could do either.
"So, I'm going to become a god damn FOURTH grader!?" he thought to himself as he stood looking at the closed door after the twins had left.
A minute or so passes before he walked towards the statue of what is now to be himself. He stood before Harry and looked up into its stone-cold lifeless eyes. Just two grey orbs carved into the face of a perfect stone replica of Scott's new face. It was slightly taller than himself. And to Scott's younger eyes, looked and seemed a bit intimidating. To a 10 year old, a 12 year old can be looked up at. And that's how Scott's already-youthening brain was beginning to see things.
"Well, buddy, looks like you and I are never to turn back to normal. At least you're gone and don't have to suffer the consequences now. You're just a statue... Rest easy, kid...." Scott wiped a tear from his eye in his farewell speech to what he thought was his dead step son.
Inside the unflinching stone, was Harry watching and listening to his shrimpified stepfather. It was like looking into a perfect mirror to Harry, only the image of himself was moving and he was not. It was also shorter and more kiddish.
Harry was in full-blown panic mode as he tried to respond. In any kind of way. "But I'm NOT just a statue!" he tried shouting. To no avail. "There has to be something I can do!" he thought. But the stone body he was stuck with forever can't do anything. At all. It just stands idly by in complete and total silence. His face completely stuck in it's calm and unmeaning demeanor. Not even a tear can form.
With nothing left to do, Scott decided to trudge upstairs to the bathroom. He needed a reminder of the face he was now to sport forever. The face and the little body he would be stuck with.
Even the small, smooth, long-fingered tan hands keeps surprising him every time he looks at them. They were completely foreign hands to him. He also wasn't used to how much larger everything looked and seemed. Even the hardrail upstairs was shockingly higher up on this body than it was "before."
Despite already having seen his face in the bathroom mirror once, he wasn't expecting the very youthful appearance of the adorable little tan-colored boy he had become. He used the small ten year old right hand of his to touch the impossibly smooth cheek of his own step son when he was ten. Not a single hair was to be found. Not even the hint of a shadow on his upper lip! Perfect round cheeks with a classically handsome sharp chin.
Most of all, were the soft youthful brown eyes reflecting back at him! He still couldn't believe those were now his eyes! That his consciousness is stuck behind big doe-like innocent brown eyes. A really cute and handsome young boy!
His teeth were also well-aligned and perfectly white. Unworn with age, his two front teeth were large and white. They looked like a couple of chiklets stuck in his mouth. They made for quite a contrast to his tan Italian-Hisianic heritage skin tone. Any time hed open his mouth, those teeth would shine and sparkle like two white beacons.
He also couldn't believe his dark brown hair that was practically black. Not a single white or gray anywhere to be seen. He always liked his step son's hair. Now it was his!
Scott sighed. Despite his very pleasant appearance, he didn't want to be stuck as a ten year old 4th grader! But he was, and there was nothing he could do about it. This was him now. This was now his life.