You go into a nearby store and head for the discount racks, as is your normal custom. Unlike other times, you actually find a fair amount of clothing in your new size-- probably because the stuff you find is not what is currently considered fashionable by those of your new age! Well, at least it is good enough for work...
Suddenly hungry, you go through a drive through and soon find yourself at the office supply store/copy shop you have been working at "just until something better comes along" for the last five years. Mary, your supervisor, looks up when you walk in.
"Can I help you find something, young man?" she asks in her phlegm choked, five pack a day voice, clearly not recognizing you.
"No, but I can help you!" you announce with a grin, then tell her who you are.
"Don't be ridiculous!" she responds, looking annoyed. "He's an adult, you clearly are still in high school."
"Nope, its me! I just made an incredible purchase at a new store in the mall," you explain, pulling out the jar of Age Cream. "Plus I know that you bowled three strikes in a row during the last Christmas party, followed by five gutter balls after trying out that drink Jim called a Chernobyl!"
She pauses for a moment, as if trying to decide whether or not to be annoyed with you for bringing up that Christmas party in the first place, or to be relieved that you stopped before mentioning her behavior after the second and third helping of Jim's Chernoblys. Instead she takes the jar and studies the label.
"This stuff really works?!?" she asks, sounding amazed.
"Yep!" you reply happily, nodding.
"Did you have to make yourself so young, though?" she asks, sounding distracted. "I was thinking about making you assistant supervisor, but how can I do that when you are younger than most of the workers you will be supervising."
Your jaw drops. You have thought that job should have been yours for the last four years! Now she was going to offer it to you, but...!
"Do, do you mind if I try this out?!" she asks excitedly.