Your feelings of embarrassment are stronger than your other urges, and you grab the clothes and sprint into a stall, leaving your shoes, pants and underpants behind. Shutting the door, you hear someone enter the rest room and the sound of water running in a sink.
Pulling your now over sized shirt off, you start to get dressed. A bright, tie-dyed t-shirt and a pair of blue board shorts are what you grabbed, and at first they seem a bit big on you, but once you tie the draw string, they seem just fine.
You hear whoever came into the rest room move around for a bit, then, with a squeak of the door, leave. Exiting, you see your old clothes are gone, and, under the sinks, a pair of sandals which look like they'd fit your feet. Next to them is a beat up skateboard.
Thinking nasty thoughts about the stranger who took your clothes, you go over to the sinks and grab the sandals. Leaning on a sink to steady yourself, you pull on the sandals and happen to glance in the mirror.
A kid with long, auburn hair and green eyes who you don't recognize looks back at you.
Running your hands over your face, the reflection in the mirror does the same. You are now a skinny, athletic looking, skateboard punk kid! Eight or nine years old, at the most.
Feeling in the pockets of the shorts you find a school i.d. "Brandon Casey" is your new name.
Now what?