Max picked up the packages of socks, and, this time, carefully examined the package. Satisfied that, this time, he had grabbed the right size, he (carefully) tore open the package. Maybe it was because he was being cautious, but tearing open the package seemed to take a little bit more effort than he had expected.
Pairing up the socks, Max reached for his dresser drawer to put them away. And missed. Frowning, he stepped closer, and pulled open the drawer.
Funny, the drawer seemed heavier than he expected, and higher up. Puzzled, he stuffed the socks into the drawer and pushed it shut.
Shaking his head, Max turned around-- and grabbed his pants as they tried to slide down his waist. Puzzled, he looked down and realized his pants were baggy, excessively so, as if he'd lost weight-- a LOT of weight.
He cinched up his belt to the last notch, and found that his pants had only the most tentative grip on his hips. And, now that he thought about it, the cuffs rested on top of his feet-- practically covering his feet, in fact.
"What in the-- hey! What's with my voice?!" Max exclaimed, his right hand going to his throat. Something felt weird about his throat, chin, face. He quickly went to his bedroom door and shut it, looking into the full length mirror on its back. Staring back at him was a kid in his mid-teens... no, make that early teens... almost.
Max watch, wide eyed and open mouthed, as his image morphed into that of a pre-pubescent boy, finally settling on the age of about eight. It wasn't even Max at the age of eight, the kid had reddish brown hair, and somewhat Asian looking eyes, and a face that a mischievous smile would look at home on... a face he'd seen recently.
Letting his pants slide off, and stepping out of them, Max hurried over to his unmade bed and grabbed the package of boy's underwear and looked at the picture on its front. Looking back at him, mischievous smile in place, was the same boy-- exactly the same boy-- as he'd just seen in the mirror!
"Oh, no!" Max exclaimed, in a soprano voice. Confusion set in, and, pulling on a pair of the underwear (which fit perfectly) he went back to the mirror to confirm he and the kid on the package were in fact identical. Looking in the mirror, the only differences he could see were his expression, pose, and the medallion hanging around his neck.