Jim hummed and pondered, stroking his chin. After Roger's outfit a quick scan, he promptly replied, "Ah, now I remember! Just give me a second, kid."
The shopkeeper paused, grabbing a nearby uniform and placing it in front of Roger. "Sorry about that. Here's the uniform you asked for."
Jerry, now going by the name Roger, examined the clothes. It resembled a traditional schoolboy's uniform, complete with a neatly folded blazer jacket, shirt, cap, tie, and gray shorts. On it, he noticed the logo of a school he had never heard of before. Something didn't seem right.
"Um, are you sure this is mine?" he questioned. "There must be a mistake..."
Jim nodded, asserting it as if it were obvious. "Absolutely! Wouldn't want to violate the school's uniform policy on your first day, would you?"
Roger didn’t think so either. Although he couldn't shake the feeling that he hadn't attended a school with such strict dress codes, he reasoned that he might have forgotten about a policy change. Accepting this explanation, he headed back to the changing room with his uniform in hand.
Roger closed the door behind him, letting out a sigh as he looked at his youthful reflection in the changing room mirror.
Wasting no time, he undressed and placed his clothes on the nearby counter. Then, he slowly slid his legs into the shorts, which felt snug but not uncomfortably so, reminiscent of something he would have worn when he was younger.
Next in line came the school shirt. Roger picked it up, feeling it press against his slightly larger frame before settling into a perfect fit. With the ease that only someone accustomed to wearing such a uniform would have, he swiftly tied his tie.
As he continued dressing, Roger noticed his shoes seemingly growing bigger, bringing his view closer to the ground. However, his mind remained fixated on the uniform, oblivious to the fact that he was getting shorter, younger. Soon enough, the shoes transformed into black Velcro shoes with a more formal appearance. Finally, he placed the school cap on his head.
Wanting to check his new outfit, the boy redirected his attention to the mirror, only to find his reflection transformed into a younger version of himself, resembling Roger at the age of 8 or 7.
Roger's features were undergoing a slow change, as if his face was molding and shifting. The freckles that once adorned his face vanished, replaced by a natural blush on fuller, paler cheeks. His once gray eyes now sparkled with a lively shade of blue, while his short brown hair transformed into a more voluminous, medium-length dirty blond cut.
"George," a man knocked. He sounded like Jim, but his accent had changed, sounding a lot more English than American. Just what was going on?
"You’ve been in there for quite a bit. Would you prefer a different size?"
"No need," he replied back in the same accent, "I’ll be going now. Thanks, Mister…"
The boy stepped out to find himself in a school. He saw students, all shapes and sizes, lining up to try their uniforms.