A knock is heard on the door. The door opens and the UPS Man look at the 13 year old, caucasian teen. "Hello there, I have a package for
Mike Sanderson. Is He home?"
"Yes but he's in the shower at the moment, sorry, I'm Chris Sanderson, but I'll sign." Chris Said.
"Alright," said the UPS man. CHris signed the package and took it in. “I wonder what it is' he asked himself. Chris took the package and
read it. It was a Chronivac. He had heard rumours about this, it could apparently alter reality.
He quickly ran to his room and opened the package. The remote control was very simple in design and he wanted to try it. He clicked the scan
button and an hourglass came up. It was scanning everyone in the house. It came up with his dads stats
name: Mike Sanderson
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Height: 6'3''
Weight 225lbs
Build: Muscular
Occupation: bodybuilder
Chris was shocked a his dads stats. He then looked and saw he could change them. He smiled.
Let's see... I think I'll change his age." Chris went to work making the adjustments. "And....... Done!" Chris took a look at the changes to make sure he had everything he wanted.
Name: Mike Sanderson
Age: 8
"Oh man, this is gonna be good." Chris smiled to himself and went towards the bathroom to see if his Dad was done with the shower. He heard it turn off and his Dad open the shower curtain. "Son?! Who was that at the door?!" Chris jumped back at his Dad's loud voice. "Um... It was UPS with a package." "Package? What was it?" "Um... You'll see soon enough."
As Mike stepped out of the bathroom, his tall and muscular frame wrapped in a towel, he was met with the unexpected glow of the device's beam. Confusion etched across his face, he shielded his eyes with one hand and turned towards Chris, his voice filled with irritation, "Chris! What the heck did you do now?"
An indignant expression on his face, Chris stood near the device with a mischievous grin, barely containing his excitement. "I told you, Dad, you'd see soon enough."
As he continued to protest, Mike suddenly felt a strange sensation wash over him. He could feel his body trembling, his muscles twitching involuntarily. His tall stature seemed to waver as his towel-clad form began to experience a perplexing change. The beam from the device was having an effect he couldn't comprehend. His heart pounded as his body reacted to the transformation, his voice taking on a more frantic tone, "Chris, what's happening to me?"
Mike's broad shoulders seemed to lose their definition, the hard-earned muscles that had defined his physique for years began to soften and shrink. His biceps, once bulging with strength, now dwindled in size. The towel that had snugly wrapped around his hips started to feel loose, the fabric no longer stretched across his diminishing waist. The towel began to slip, revealing the absence of his once imposing bulk.
His height, a symbol of his adult presence, began to diminish as well. Each inch that vanished felt like a shock to his system, his body betraying him as it reverted to a younger form. A bewildered look crossed his face as he glanced downwards, his voice trembling, "Chris, what did you do to me?"
But Chris felt no guilt, only amazement and wonderment as he witnessed the effects of the device. He could hardly believe his eyes as his father's transformation unfolded before him. He watched, transfixed, as Mike's youthful appearance returned, shedding years with every passing second. The device had turned his dad into a boy again, his once muscular build now replaced with a slender, youthful frame.
As the transformation neared its end, Mike's once-mighty muscles were barely recognizable, replaced by the lean and undeveloped form of his younger self. His height continued to shrink until he stood at a fraction of his former stature, his towel now comically oversized and barely clinging on. He looked up at Chris with shock and disbelief, his voice cracking as he tried to comprehend what had just happened, "Chris... What have you done?"
Chris gazed down at his father, a triumphant smile stretching across his face. "Looks like the device really works, huh? You're not so tough now, are you?"
Mike's gaze shifted from his own transformed body to his son's smug expression. His voice still carried a touch of disbelief, "Chris... How could you do this to me?"
But Chris simply shrugged, his excitement uncontainable. "Come on, Dad, don't be so dramatic. You're just a kid again! This is gonna be so much fun!"
As Mike stared at his son, the reality of the situation settled in. He was no longer the imposing bodybuilder, the confident adult. Instead, he was a boy with no muscles at all, standing there in a towel that could barely stay put. His eyes met Chris's, a mixture of astonishment, frustration, and a hint of fear, "Chris... You need to fix this. Now."