Mike's relief was short lived as upon further notice, he saw that Andrew, Anthony and James all had their hands either down their baggy pants or "adjusting" the pants themselves.
"Guys, stop playing with yourselves!" said Mike, but it certainly was too late at that moment as all three now definitely had their hands down their pants and were rubbing themselves out, and Mike knew it was over as he watched the three transformations take place in front of him.
Andrew was a dark haired Adonis whose muscle mass almost had rivaled 18 year old Mike's, but now was definitely shrinking as Andrew moaned and his voice went from a smooth rumble to a screeching mid-puberty register. By the time Andrew showed signs of visible relief and a wet spot at the front of his dadbod sized cargo shorts, Andrew looked more like a wiry Andy with overgrown feet and hands attached to a bean pole of a body--or the body Andy had had at 14, like Mike was stuck with. Only the balls of his feet touched the floor of the chair he sat in as he'd definitely lost a foot of growth spurt, now clocking in at 5'3". Anthony had been a shorter and more stocky build at eighteen, his transformation left him having not lost as much height, maybe two inches at most, leaving him 5'7", but Tony was definitely rather thin and wimpy looking by comparison. Last but not least was the tall and lean James who now was the shortest and youngest looking of the four of them. A late bloomer in High School, only shooting up in Junior year, James now looked closer to the twelve year old Jimmy he had appeared stuck as all of 12 - 15 years old until his glow up in junior year. Short at 5 foot even, thin, boyish, and definitely on the "cute" side as he had hated being called all through High School--until Junior year and puberty had caught him up.
"M-Mike? What happened to you?" asked Andy with a break in his voice.
"Fuck, we're back to the start of puberty, aren't we?" asked the now pipsqueak Jimmy.
"Yep. At least we have clothes to fit now, though," said Mike as he handed out Jeff's old clothes to his friends. He checked the Chronivac and it signaled that their transformation was now complete now that all traces of the previous adult ages they'd held were gone, and reality was changed as little as needed to accommodate the transformation. Immediately Mike tried to enter in another age transformation for at least himself--but he kept getting an error that said:
"Reality Editor Error #402: Unable to perform a transformation of this type until the current transformation has ended."
"You mean, we're stuck like this?" asked Tony.
"Yeah, for at least twenty-four hours," confirmed Mike.
"One day?! I can't be stuck as a Freshman for one day! It sucked enough the first time around," moaned Jimmy.
"Well, at least we have some place we belong in this reality," offered Andy. He was only met with glares.
"What?! It could be worse--imagine having no home to go to for 24 hours with no money, no clothes, no family... no video games."
At that last mention, Mike felt a shiver go down his spine. No video games for a whole day?! Mike didn't know what he'd do without-
"Hey wait a minute, we're starting to think like the kids we look like," said Mike.
"You mean the kids we are?" countered Jimmy.
"You know what I mean," countered Mike.
"We do, Mikey... and you know what, who cares? For the next twenty-four hours we're 14 again. Just go along with it," said Andy.
And Mikey felt a weird feeling settle over him as he heard his childhood nickname he'd abandoned at some point in High School. It triggered memories of Jeff looking out after him like a big brother should, and suddenly the feeling that being 14 was somehow wrong was growing more distant.