You scrub and scrub until your skin is red. Finally you decide that you have removed as much as you can-- if it soaked in any more than your top layer of skin, well, there isn't anything you can do about it.
Shutting off the water, you step into the steam filled bathroom and go to work toweling yourself dry, realizing that you could wrap the towel around your body. In fact, now that you think about it, the towel really looks big...
Racing into the other room, you look at yourself in the mirror over the dresser.
"Oh no!" you exclaim, in a high pitched voice. "I've grown YOUNGER!"
Staring back at you, shocked expression on his young face, is a child, maybe old enough to be in school. You can't decide exactly how old you are-- somewhere between five and eight is your best guess.
"This is bad. REALLY bad," you mumble, realizing that you want to cry. Maybe the stuff is effecting your emotions? Why not? It made you younger, and that was supposed to be impossible!
Grabbing some drawstring swim trunks, you pull them on and yank the drawstring as tight as you can. The swim trunks still seem too big and look ridiculous on you, but at least they stay up. The smallest t-shirt you own is still far too big, even after you use a pair of scissors to cut it down in size. A stapler makes it sort of fit, or at least fit well enough it doesn't automatically drop off of you. Socks and shoes are out of the question.
Deciding you are as ready as you'll ever be, you grab your wallet and room card and, taking a deep breath, head out.