“I don’t want to go through being a 12 year old again,” you grumble as you head back to your new room and quickly get changed. You were going back to the Candy Shop to get a pill to turn you back to normal. You put on a pair of pants, a blue shirt, and a pair of shoes. All of them have accustomed to fit your younger body although your shirt feels a little tight, an impression of your moobs and belly clearly visible through the shirt.
“Gee, I don’t remember being this chunky before,” you think as you grab your wallet and your phone before leaving. The walk to the store takes a few more minutes than it did previously, your shorter legs not as capable of walking as fast as you used to.
Eventually, you reach the store where you can see plenty of people entering and exiting, showing obvious signs of having eaten magical candy. Going through the self-opening door you find the greeter from before still offering pills to customers. “Hey! Could I get one of those?” you ask in your high-pitched voice, instantly drawing the greeter’s attention.
“Whatcha’ doing back here, shortstuff?” the greeter says with a smile. He looks much taller now, previously being 3 inches shorter than you, he’s nearly a foot taller than you now.
“Wait a second, you recognize me?!”
“Of course. How could I forgot the teenager who rudely imitated me,” he replies with a scowl. It appears someone was holding a grudge.
“Look I’m sorry. Could you give me one of the pills to turn me back to normal?”
Surprisingly he hands you one. Maybe he’s not as spiteful as you thought? You take one instantly, desperate to be your normal age again even if it meant having to walk home in extremely small clothing. But you never have to worry about it because nothing happens.
You grab another pill and take it. Nothing happens. You wait a few minutes and take another. Nothing. What’s going on?
The greeter laughs as he stares at your dismayed expression, wiping tears from his eyes. “I can’t believe you actually thought they would work.”
“Wh-wh-why aren’t th-th-they working?” you say in a panicked tone, taking another pill that has no effect on you.
“I d-d-don’t kn-kn-know!” the greeter says, imitating your scarred tone and laughing some more.
“What did you do to me?” you angrily ask him, certain that he’s responsible for their ineffectiveness.
“Listen kid, the candy in this store is only meant to give temporary transformations. Usually a person, their pet and/or their clothing will turn back to normal in 5 minutes. The pill is only made to instantly turn someone back.”
“Then why am I still 12? I ate those jellybeans a long time ago.”
“Because I asked my boss if we could make an exception for you.” He gives you a wide smile. “Jerks like you really need to be taught a lesson and wizards are always the best at giving them.”
You look at him with dread, your heart beginning to beat rapidly. You were stuck like this? Unsure if it’s an effect of your younger age, tears begin to form in your eyes, shortly streaming down your face.
“Don’t cry, kid. I’m not a total monster. I made sure that reality altered to whatever jellybeans you ate.”
“B-b-but my little sister. She’s now my older brother,” you say as you wipe your eyes. “And she think she always was too.”
The greeter looks lost for a second before snapping his fingers and realizing what happened. “Did you give her any jellybeans to eat?”
“Yeah, two of them.”
“I guess anyone you give jellybeans to also becomes permanently transformed. Their minds must also alter to suit their new selves” The greeter shakes his head. “I’d advise you not to give any more jellybeans to anyone.”
The greeter then goes back to handing out pills to entering patrons, ignoring you as you’re left standing there dumbstruck. That’s it!? He wasn’t going to help you? Even after you apologized?!
You walk away from him and contemplate what you should do next.