"The hell," Doug muttered. Curiously gazing at the coin, he gasped as a flash of light illuminated his office. Doug gasped, dropping the coin onto his desk as he backed away. For a moment all the principal could do was gaze at it.
"Well that was certainly different," he mumbled. Smoothing out his jacket, he now reached for the coin once more before pausing, his hand seemed odd.
Locking at his hand Doug watched in fascination as it seemed to ripple. The man couldn't explain it, the closest thing he could think of was a ripple on a smooth lake. As he watched his hand curiously, he could feel a a sensation wash over his body.
The sensation itself wasn't painful, in fact it was almost soothing, like a breeze on a warm day. How was that possible though? Doug was in an air conditioned office. As he gazed at his hand he gasped as he noticed it begin to change.
The age spots on his hand were fading, the callous and dry skin firming. Holding the offending limb to his face, he was shocked as the skin became more vibrant, the roughness slowly but surely vanishing.
Now thw feeling spread further, Doug gasping as his body felt almost electric. Looking himself over Doug was shocked as his suit appeared too grow around him. It took the man a moment to realize it wasn't the suit growing. He was shrinking.
Doug watched as his stomach began to flatten, his chest narrowing as his shirt ballooned around him. While thankful to be losing weight, how it was happening was alarming. The changes though persisted, Doug feeling his thick arms begin to shrivel, his legs becoming skinnier inside his suit pants. In a panic, he now sprinted for the executive bathroom in his office. A luxury for the principal that Doug now found himself quite thankful for..
Slamming the door, Doug quickly ran to the sink, splashing water on his face. What was happening to him? As he rubbed his face, he paused. Why did his cheeks feel so smooth?
Tentatively Doug raised his head, gasping in shock at the reflection in the mirror. It was him, just a much younger version of himself. Doug couldn't be more than 17 now. Gone was the middle aged man with the receding brown hair and five o clock shadow. Instead he now beheld a teenage version of himself. Rubbing his hands along his cheeks, he was shocked how smooth they felt. Memories flooding to the front of his mind of how he hadn't needed to shave daily until he was 20.
Raising a hand cautiously to the top of his head, Doug was shocked by the thick and wild brown hair that now hung around the teens brow. In his youth he had worn it like this, a shaggy, thick mop that girls loved to run their fingers through. Doug had been a bit sad when that hair had begun to thin, accepting the fact he was doomed to end up another bald middle aged man.
That man though was now years away. Doug gawking at the boy in the mirror. It was him, back when he had been a 17 year old kid. The boyishly handsome face, thick and healthy hair, even the thin yet athletic build he had when he ran track and field in high school. Pulling his slacks up, Doug tightened his belt, shocked to see he had lost 4 to 6 inches around his waist. "Holy shit," he whispered, the man turned teen surprised to hear his voice even sounded younger. "I could probably wear a 32 waist again! I haven't fit a 32 since...."
Doug trailed off, his eyes now staring at the teenage boy in the mirror. High school. He was going to finish that sentence with high school. Looking at the teen in the mirror, Doug realized that the coin was very real and had most definitely made him younger. Perhaps a bit too young as he realized he was probably only a Junior in High School now.
Still, it did have some advantages. Doug's aches and pains were gone. The teens energy practically overflowing. Sure the suit he wore made it look like he had borrowed his fathers but that could be fixed. Right? Poking his head out of the bathroom, Doug now looked between the coin and the mirror as he thought over what to do.