It was a Saturday morning and Isaiah normally loved sleeping in but had woke up early. He decided to go surprise his dad and try to get him to go to the mall today with his friends.
Isaiah climbed out of his bed and snuck down the hall to his dad’s room. As he began to crack open the door he saw an unusual sight, there was a young boy standing in the room in a pair of oversized boxers. The boy ran into the bathroom which was when Isaiah crept into the room.
He could hear the boy panicking from within the other room.
“This can’t be happening. I’m having a bad dream. My muscles, they’re all gone. Pull yourself together, Eric, just because you look like a boy doesn’t mean you have to act like one. Now if the machine can turn me into a kid, it has to be able to turn me back.”
“Wait, Eric that’s my dads name,” Isaiah pause. “Wait, he must have used the machine!”
Isaiah walked over to the side table which was when he saw the Pubertaway machine.
“No way”
The pieces became coming together. That boy in the other room wasn’t some random kid, he was His dad but without all his muscles.
“He must have used the Pubertaway last night without knowing it would work! But that means,” Isaiah popped open the bottom compartment of the machine to see the dispenser containing the gel that was his dad’s years.
Suddenly his dad walked in to the room.
The young boy that was now his father looked up in shock at the site of his now older son.
“Dad, is that really you?”
“Isaiah! Look what you did to me!” His dad yelled pointing at his diminished frame. “You’re going to tell me how to reverse this right now and then you’re so grounded young man.”.
"Is that so? See this?"
Isaiah pulled out the container that was in the Pubertaway. Eric wasn’t sure what was going on.
"This, dad is all of your maturity. Your 25 years of growth, towering height, and bulging muscles," Isaiah said before squeezing his dad’s deflated arm, "If you're good, I'll give this back to you. But if you're bad, all of this goes down the drain. It'd be a shame for a stud like you to go all the way back to the third grade.”
He knew that it was his son, but Eric felt intimidated by his threat. He was being blackmailed with the possibility of losing what he had spent 25 years working hard on. Too much was on the line to go against his son.
“Okay, Isaiah," Eric said, "You win."
"Excellent! I'm glad you see things my way. Now, first I need you to..."