Boris thinks for a while, but the longer he thinks the more uncertain he becomes that what the manual said is true, the man snorts, ‘IF something like this really existed,’ he thinks to himself, ‘it would be dangerous, especially in the wrong hands! Just think what people like Mr. “Big” could do with such a program! Nah… must be just some weird computer game… though, I guess a small test wouldn’t hurt, right? Hm… I could change my age to that of a 13-year-old, being a teen again would be amazing, as IF this game is able to make such a drastic change!’
Knowing that Jeff could return any minute, Boris begins fiddling with the “game”, first he scans himself and is surprised when he opens his file and reads his stats and seeing the accurate 3D-model of himself, “okay THAT is scary, how in the hell does this game know all these personal information about myself that not even my closest friends know about me,” he asks himself in shock. This, already, should have been an indication that the program is NOT a game, and yet the 40-year-old is not convinced, “well, let’s do this,” he then says, before sliding his age bar down to 13. Boris scrolls down, his eyes landing on “pubic hairs”, the man tilts his head, “normally, 13-year-olds have a small amount of pubic hairs, but… I always hated pubic hairs AND the hairs on my arms and legs… AND face, shaving my face is sooooo annoying! So… let’s get rid of them… there, now I guess all I need to do is confirm the changes”.
After confirming the input, Boris is asked if he’d like his clothes to adjust to his new age, the man shrugs, “I guess it would be for the best,” he says, “IF it should really work, I don’t want Jeff to see me naked”. Once Boris accepted the adjustment of his clothing, he feel a pins and needles sensation run through his body, causing him to shiver slightly, “according to the manual, this sensation indicates that the change is about to happen,” the man says to himself.
Ten minutes pass and nothing seems to happen, Boris snorts, “I knew this was bu… *cough*… llshit,” he says, “what was… *cough*… that? Wait… is my… *cough*… voice becoming high… *cough*… er?!”
Boris looks down at himself, his eyes widen when he notices that his feet aren’t flat on the ground, only his toes, which barely touch the floor.
“No… freaking… way,” he breaths, he then realizes that his shirt had changed, before it had been a striped cargo shirt, now he is wearing a blue t-shirt with the logo of Superman. Seeing this, Boris jumps to his feet and runs to Jeff’s mirror, his mouth drops and his eyes become even wider when he sees his reflection, “holy… fuck! It actually works,” the now 13-year-old says.
As Boris continues to stare in disbelief at his reflection, the door to Jeff’s room opens, the boy turns slowly around to see who had entered the room, his eyes widen, if possible, even more, a nervous expression on his face, there, standing in the doorway, with wide eyes, is… .