Chad stared down at himself, taking in his changing body. His form was thin, lacking any trace of his once proud muscles. He could hardly be considered an adult, and perhaps not even a teen. He was truly younger.
He lifted one of his much thinner legs, "I might be less than five feet tall at this point" he estimated mentally. What was strange, however, was how normal it was starting to look. At once he felt alien without his strength and manly height, yet at the same him the body was familiar, his own that he'd seen everyday throughout his boyhood.
"Dude I feel funny" Rob said, "I Feel...small, weaker....yet somehow more energetic? It's weird. I don't like this"
"Same." Chad replied, looking to his friend. Without his heavy muscles, and the wear of his football injuries, Chad found himself feeling agile, flexible, quick.
Looking down once more "This body. It's starting to feel pretty good." And it did feel good. Something about the form was starting to feel somewhat intoxicating. It was as if Chad's mind was urging him to embrace his new self.
Chad paused. "This isn't right...." Looking up at Rob the pair locked eyes, fear seeping into both of their gazes
"we gotta get out of here man!" Chad replied, his voice cracking slightly higher.
"Dude....your hair....its changing color!"
Examining a lock of his once curly blond waves, Chad noticed the platinum darkening, shoots of brown inking the tips.
"Rob I don't think we have much time until we lose ourselves to this jungle. We gottta find an exit..." Chad replied.
"Way ahead of you" Rob replied, staring around their immediate vicinity. "Aha!"
He pointed to a nearby trunk.
"That's a Kapok tree, tall, sturdy and excellent for climbing. It will give me a view right over the forest! then we can find our way out!" Bright eyed, Rob couldn't suppress the child like excitement seeping into his voice as he geared up to climb and explore the canopy.
"Of course. Make sure you grab some of the seeds, with their fibers I can fashion some darts for my blowgun." Chad rested a hand on a short hollow rod tied to his hip. A rod that hadn't been there moments before. Smirking slightly, he considered the game he could hunt if he had a few darts. His father said he wasn't old enough to be trusted with their tribes famously lethal darts, but luckily one of the older kids had showed him how to make them on his own. Excitement filled him as he considered all the darts he could make with just a few of the tree's fibrous seeds.
Rob only nodded, not realizing how out of place the comment was.
"You're lucky you have me along; I was always the best climber! You'd never get enough Kapok nut fibers without me!" Rob replied, sticking his tonge out in jest.
"Mmmmk, up I go." With an agile jump, the boy leaped onto the trunk, beginning to scale the sides with practiced ease.