For Jerry, one thing was clear: none of these uniforms will ever fit the 25-year-old, not that he didn't already know that. What mattered most was getting this over with as quickly as possible, so without even looking, he undressed and absentmindedly reached for the smallest uniform.
Something about the momentary silence, the process of unwrapping each item from the casing seemed to almost hypnotize him from his hurried state. Suddenly, getting dressed in some scout's uniform seemed intriguing, or rather, a necessity that made him suspend any disbelief about whether or not he could even sneak a foot into its navy blues pants, much less fit into them - yet contrary to all reason, he did. Though it looked like the trick of some magician, it was all very real: his feet, that once threatened to rip apart his now-suitable pants came out the other end smaller; the socks he wore turned from white to a Tiger scout's navy blue, lined with an orange top.
Unprompted and completely transfixed, Jerry was undeterred -- even the sight of his vision growing ever so slightly closer to the ground, a result of his dwindling height hadn't stopped him from putting on the matching scout's shirt, adorned with a growing collection of badges. With ease, Jerry's head went through its collar with his arms following suit; they passed through its long sleeves to reveal the hands of a younger boy - smoother and devoid of body hair.
Jerry's instincts then guided him to the belt, which he buckled and fastened around his smaller frame with no sweat. It came almost as naturally as folding his neckerchief as though by reflex. Then finally came wearing a pair of Velcro shoes that came with his uniform.
He then snatched a tiger scout's cap, pulling it by the brim and securing it on top his head. An inexplicable sense of glee prompted him to exclaim: "All done!"
The boy shook his head, snapping out of his daze. He just spoke in the voice of a young boy - a voice with a cadence that didn't quite match his when he was this age.
He turned his attention upwards to meet the reflection of an eight year old boy: he had dirty blond hair that was styled into an ordinary shortcut, or at least it was when compared to Jerry's more stylish raven hair; bright blue eyes, and a round face that gave him a more innocent look.