"Holy hell this is fucking amazing Mike," James exclaimed. "Look at us we're back in our prime!"
Mike nodded, unable to hide the smile on his face as he flexed in front of his sons mirror. The wrinkles, the grey hairs, even the paunch he had grown so accustomed to melted away. Instead the man now saw the body he had before life began to wear him down. "Uh can we get some clothes," Anthony asked. "Not for nothing standing around with my dick swinging is kind of embarrassing."
"What you've never been in a locker room," Andrew asked, the man running a hand along his sculpted abs. "Cmon man it's like high school all over again." Anthony simply rolled his eyes, the quartet had been friends for decades. Back in high school Mike, Andrew, and James were the star players on the football team with Anthony as a track star. During those years, the four owned the school, calling themselves the Horsemen after a popular wrestling group. Those years were the best of their lives. They were popular, athletic, handsome with the world at their fingertips. Even after high school, they were living life to the fullest until reality finally caught up. "I probably got some old shorts in my dresser," Mike stated, beckoning the group to follow.
Dressing in a pair of shorts, tshirt, and ankle socks Mike instinctively began to flex his chiseled biceps as he admired the man in the mirror. This was incredible, he was physically 25 years old again with his best friends from childhood. The fact he was single as well now caused the man to smirk. Just imagine the kind of women he could attract now.
"Oh man," James smiled. "We definitely need to hit the bars. Look at us man! Every chick in there is going to swoon."
"If they let you in," Anthony chuckled. "Dude I'd card you at the door." A boisterous laugh now echoed throughout the bedroom. Mike simply shaking his head, it felt like old times. As he now turned to get in on the joke, he paused as he gazed at his friends.
Andrew, Anthony, and James did look young. Real young. The familiar shadow of growth was gone from each if their faces, their eyes sparkling with youthful energy and full heads of hair. It struck him as odd though. When they were in Jeffs room, Mike's friends could easily pass for 25. Now though their faces were rounder, their features a bit softer. Mike's friends didn't look 25 at all anymore. They looked barely 20.
"The hell," James said quizzically as his athletic shorts slipped on his waist. "These shorts just fit. How did they get loose?" The others now also began to notice similar clothing malfunctions. The tight t-shirts they wore no longer hugging their massive physiques, their muscles appearing no longer as bulky. As the men gazed at one another, they appeared slightly confused. Were they getting even younger?
Mike now glanced back in the mirror, his eyes going wide in shock as he gazed at his reflection. Gazing back wasn't a man in his mid twenties but a teenager who looked ready to graduate high school. Mike's face was smooth, free of nearly all stubble. The teenagers eyes wide, his face boyish in appearance. Even his once imposing physique seemed smaller, the bulk of his twenties decreased into a sculpted High Scool Senior. "Holy shit," he whispered.
"Mike what the hell is going," Andrew exclaimed. "Look at us! We can't be more than what? Seventeen? Maybe Eighteen!"
"I..I don't know," Mike stammered. The men now teens fiddling with their looser clothing as they gaped at their youthful appearance. Their was no denying it, they were back in high school. The adults turned teenagers staring in shock at faces they hadn't viewed in 30 years. The only question now was, would it stop here or would they find themselves falling further into the past.