52 year old dad Martin Wizztabin had slate grey hair, blue eyes, and fair skin, and a small pot-belly.
He wore a dark green sweater under a thick brown coat, hiking pants and boots.
As Martin finished struggling with the removal of his wet socks, he felt his soaked sweater stretch out farther than it normally would from his pot-belly torso.
"Great, I've stretched my sweater out of shape," Martin grumbled as he wrung the sock over the cabin's sink before tossing it to his son to hang up on the clothesline outside, along with his coat and other sock. Meanwhile Martin struggled with his clingy wet dark green sweater and began to wring it out as well. What he only noticed in passing was how his small pot-belly was smaller than he was used to seeing it. Had he taken a third glance now, he'd likely see the complete absence of his pot-belly, which he noticed when he stripped of his undershirt only to reveal a flat stomach he hadn't seen for decades.
"What the?" asked Martin.
"Martin!" exclaimed Lizzy, and Martin turned to see his strawberry blonde haired wife of 40 staring wide-eyed at him.
"What's wrong Lizzy?"
"L-look for yourself!" stuttered Lizzy as she fumbled with her purse and brought out her compact, opened it and handed the small hand held mirror up to Martin's face. What he saw reflected back was the face of a younger man that he hadn't seen since before he'd married Lizzy. A man in his late 30s who had mostly brown hair, with only gray at his temples and in some parts of his stubble. Only he wasn't staying in his late thirties as more of his hair recovered its lost brown coloring, more lines smoothed over, and even his stubble was shaved back giving him a more youthful complexion and cut.
"I'm getting younger..." said Martin, just as he felt his waistband start to slip on one side of his body, causing his eyes to drift down to see the returning abs he'd had in his twenties, along with his shrinking waistline.
"How?" asked Lizzy.
Martin shrugged, "I don't know... maybe it was that glowing pond? I've been feeling kinda funny ever since I got out of it."
"Then we need to get the rest of those wet clothes off you!" exclaimed Lizzy and following orders, Martin shucked his loose hiking pants and underwear, exposing himself and his hard-on for Lizzy completely--to which Lizzy quickly responded by grabbing the afghan off the back of the couch and handing it to Martin to cover himself up with--to which Martin took the afghan and wrapped and tucked it about his waist. By the time he'd done this, according to his reflection in Lizzy's compact mirror, he looked like a College student.
"How young do you think you'll get?" asked Lizzy with some trepidation.
"I--AY--uh--I dunno," screeched Martin for the first time in decades. College years were gone, and now his manly physique and angular face recently reclaimed from fatness were beginning to round off ever so slightly as Martin drew closer to High School than College.
Then suddenly the afghan threatened to slip from about Martin's waist, which it would have had he not caught it as the first of a series of shrink spurts hit Martin suddenly and without any consistency. One minute Martin was the athletic 18 year old teenage heart throb, the next he'd lost nearly all his muscle, was as tall and thin as a bean pole and soon if these shrink spurts would determine things, likely younger still.
"Martin, you almost look like you could be Timmy's brother," said Lizzy, stunned as she witnessed her husband leave what traces of puberty left to him behind as he seemed to be swallowed up by the Afghan.
"I feel kinda... weird," said the boy that Martin was becoming as he grabbed both sides of his head with his hands as though he had a terrible migraine. He was at the same time quickly reacquiring baby fat on his stomach, face, arms, legs, and butt as he left the double digits of life and returned to to Elementary School age. Finally at what appeared to be the crossroads of Toddlerhood and Childhood, or about 5 years old looking, a short boy with a mop of messy brown hair and large blue eyes that stared up at her from his tiny innocent looking face.
"Who are you? And why am I nakey?" asked the boy with a sweet innocent tone to his voice.