"The race I signed up for is for boys 11 to 14. I know it's odd, but I've always wanted to race on a horse. but When I turned 14, I was already too big to do so. Being 6 ft by that age, but with this app, I can live out one of my dreams. I'm even going to make myself a proper little cowboy while doing so. So here I go."
I looked at jeff/Star, and she was just looking at me as she was before I said anything. I had no idea if Jeff was still inside there. But I opened the Chronivac on my phone and saw something on Jeff's/Star's profile. It seemed I accidentally made it so he... no, she? Star is a girl? Well, I don't mind, and it seems she doesn't mind either.
But she seemed accident was that she is owned by my dad, which I must have mistakenly clicked, so I quikly changed it back to me being her owner. Then I went to my profile and clicked "Load Layout," seeing the one I made earlier. This is what it looked like:
Name: Ken
Gender: male
Male Age: 11 years old
Height: 4ft
Weight: 78 pounds
Sexuality: Straight
Nationality: Southern Tennessee
Hair colour: Blond
Hair style: Longish messy, but comes off cute
Body: Small but very athletic for my age
Skills: Horse riding, lasso, shooting, flirting with girls and women, parkour, all martial arts, video games, engineering, ranching
Clothes: Brown Stetson hat (cowboy hat), checked pattern buttoned-up blue and black t-shirt, used jeans with small tears at the ends, plain black briefs, riding shoes.
I double-checked what I wrote, and it looked good. So, I set the time change to straight away and hit enter. I felt it happen all at once—from my neat black hair shooting out of my head, turning into blond shaggy hair, to myself falling down in height, to even my clothes changing. with thick sleeves coming down my arms, and I went from wearing a short-sleeve shirt to a long-sleeve T-shirt. After one more second, I felt a hat land on my head, that felt a familiarity, like it is always on me when im doing anything on the farm/ranch.
Looking down at mah skinny athletic body, I smiled and said, "Well, look at this, girl! I'm... I'm a dadgum 11-year-old boy!" Happily hearing my new Southern accent coming out of mah mouth, I took off mah hat and ran my now small hand through the long, sweat soaked, blond curly hair.
Unable to wipe the smile off my face, I felt like a million bucks in this young, little, light body. I looked up at Star, seeing that she was nearly twice as tall as me now, and Ah gotta admit, Ah felt a tad intimidated.
But I knew she wouldn't harm me none, so I walked up to her again and started stroking her warm coat, saying, "Well, girl, look at us now. Me, a boy old enough to go to middle school, and you, my best friend in the whole wide world,, and a darlin horse who's going to win that race in two weeks, aren't ya, girl?" Star let out a neigh, as if in agreement, and smiled thinking maybe mah Jeff is still in there?
But then I heard a hollerin, "Hey, Ken, get out here! We need to get you to school. You don't want to be late again!" Ah froze. That was Pa, and he must reckon I'm 11 since Ah didn't change them reality settings for anyone ceptin me and Star. So, to everyone else, Ah'm an 11-year-old boy.
Ah knew I would have to live as such for the next two weeks, really wanting to win that race now that I had this body. Ah hollered back, "Coming, Pa! Just wanted to check on Star!" Ah hugged her as far as I could around her neck, which wasn't far, and sprinted on out, catchin' sight of Pa smiling' at me for the first time in years. Now, Ah'm his little "bear" once again, just like he always called me when i was yonger than a teen, and saw a loving look at me, what he use to always give me, before I came his “ungratfal, lazy Son”
when I got to him, I walked alongside him to our trusty pickup truck, getting into the back, being too small for the front, and off we went...