"I'm feeling a bit nostalgic," said Andy, "So I guess I'll be a teenager." Underneath his shirt, the amulet glowed blue and started to pulse with power.
***
Mitch was across town in his cubicle, preparing his big presentation that was sure to get him a promotion.
He typed the finishing touches, printed it out, and heading into the conference room.
***
"And this plan you have suggested," said the main promotion superviser, "It will help the company, you say?"
Mitch smiled and said, "Totally, dude".
Huh?!?!?
"I mean, totally, man."
HE couldn't help but spout lame slang that a teenager would use!
His whole body started to itch and he said, "Like, would you ex-CUSE me, guys," rushing out of the room as his voice cracked.
He hurried into the bathroom, panting, and cursing himself.
What was wrong with him?
He splashed water on his face, but couldn't help but notice that the faucet was getting higher and higher. He shrunk about six inches overall, but lost at least 100 pounds so he was short, but very slim.
His Adam's apple shriveled away as his body hair retracted,and his facial hair fell out, then grew back in as light blonde fuzz. His hair lengthened and slowly shifted to a light brown color as it reached the base of his neck.
His starched cotton suit was giving way to a pair of low-cut jeans revealing checkered boxers, a tight shirt, a backwards baseball cap, and enourmous tennis shoes, about the size of mini-vans. A tongue stud grew inside his mouth, clacking against his teeth.
The last thing to change was his personality. And his vocanulary. Where did he learn so many naughty words?