Kyle groaned as he opened his eyes the next morning. Cassandra appeared to be laying a pile of clothes onto his desk.
"Mom, what're you doing? You know I can pick out my own clothes," Kyle asked. Half awake, he was oblivious to his much higher voice.
"Well, I want you to look your best today. Remember, we're having company over today," Cassandra replied, "Now get dressed and come downstairs. Your breakfast is getting cold, young man."
Kyle emitted a "whatever" under his breath as Cassandra left the room. He hated that he was never allowed a lock on his door despite his age. He had proven to his mom that he could be trusted time and time again, yet she would never keep up her end of the bargain.
Kyle groaned as he woke himself up. He reached for his phone under the pillow, where he had left it the previous night. Noticing that he was not touching the phone, Kyle moved the pillow. His phone was gone!
Figuring that his phone fell off of its spot and was under the bed again, Kyle planned on starting his search. Once he had leapt off of the bed, his phone was the least of his problems. Everything in his room looked huge. His bed. His desk. His dresser. His TV. They all looked taller and bigger to him. Looking down, he saw the boxers that he wore to bed were on the ground. He tried to lift them back up, but they were too big on him. He held the boxers up as he rushed to the bathroom, needing to relieve himself anyway.
His confusion was fueled by his feet dangling off the ground as he sat on the toilet, and the stool in front of the sink that he had no memory having. Once finished, he headed to the sink to wash his hands. As soon as he stepped on the stool, his question was answered.
"Nothing's too big. I'm too small. I'm a little kid!"
His tall build diminished considerably, and his slender frame was replaced with one that was mildly pudgy, complete with the last of his baby fat. His hair shortened considerably, and his stubble was replaced with a smattering of freckles. His two front teeth appeared to be erupting in between a row of baby teeth. The boy that Kyle saw in the mirror reminded him of his 7-year-old self.
Before he could react, Cassandra opened the bathroom door. Kyle shrieked as soon as he noticed her, covering his privates in the process. Even when standing on the stool, Kyle was significantly shorter than his mom. When he was older, her head went up to his nose. Now, the top of his head barely went uo to her chest.
"Why did you not get dressed like I asked?" Cassandra asked.
"I had to pee, Mom," Kyle replied apologetically.
"Well, now that you did, hurry up and get dressed. Your aunt and cousins should be here any minute."
Kyle wanted to ask his mom about what happened to him. After all, she might have had something to do with him getting younger, and not to mention his missing phone. However, he did not want to push his luck in case this was temporary and he would turn back tomorrow. Still, he was dumbfounded about how he, a high school senior, turned into a second grader overnight.
As he put on his football printed underwear, green cargo shorts and Pokemon t-shirt, all of which were several sizes smaller than before, Kyle decided to...