Jesse was admiring his chest in the mirror. It was so huge. He had dropped off Ty for school, and he was now admiring how huge he looked. He still couldn't get over how everything had changed for him overnight. He had the body of a bodybuider, and the looks of a model. He looked like a fucking sports star. Blonde hair, deep and dark and choppy, and he now had a day old beard on him as well. He was rough and hard, and horny.
He came to the decision to search out his old best friend, Kirk. Kirk was such a small kid, always so alone. As little Jesse, he had always tried to protect him from bullies as best as he could. Now...who knows if the spell would prevent Kirk from even remembering him.
He waited until school was over to pick up Ty. Ty was sullen and mopey. Jesse wanted to talk to Kirk, so he made the excuse of wanting to ask about volunteering for PTA functions. Ty waited outside while Jesse explored the school.
He went to the library. Kirk would be there, he knew. Sure enough, he found the tyke entrenched in a book by Edgar Rice Burroughs, with big muscled men on the cover. He had suspected Kirk was gay like him, but had never said anything. He cleared his throat to let Kirk know he was in the room.
Kirk looked up, and squinted at the man in construction worker's gear in front of him.
"Who are you? Can I help you?"
"Do you remember...someone named Jesse?" Jesse dared to ask.
"Yeah. He's my best friend. Hasn't been around though, lately."
"Oh yes I have been," said Jesse enthusiastically.
Kirk was getting kind of scared, so he made for the door, but Jesse stopped him.
"It's me, Kirk." Jesse said, bending down and putting an arm on Kirk's shoulder. I was changed by some magic woman at the fair, and now I'm an adult. Look at this!" he said, showing off his tanned, firm bicep, taut and sweaty. "Look at my face, dude. It's me. Only WAY better."
"I don't believe this..." said Kirk.
"Would you believe it if I told you that you always give your broccili to your dog? And that...you totally never go to the bathroom urinals because you're afraid to pee anywhere but the stalls? And that you want to be an Olympic athlete? And that you like...hid that one box of stuff under your porch, with mementos in it? Only you and I know that..."
"Holy shit!" cried the kid. "It is you?! HOW? This is so unbelievable!"
So Jesse explained everything that had happened to him. Kirk suddenly rememebered his father and he had been to that fair, and his father had gone into the tent.
"But..he didn't change at all. Why do you think he didn't?"
"He must still have his vouchers. He hasn't made his wish yet!" said Jesse. Dude, if we could get them, then..."
"Then I could be my dad, and I could be me?"
"You could switch ages on him, too."
That night, Jesse snuck on over to Kirk's. Kirk had a mischevious grin plastered on his face. Jesse crawled through his window, ridiculously huge on Kirk's bed.
"So? What are you gonna wish for, dude?" said an excited Jesse, who thrilled at having company in crossing over into another age range with him.