Reflected in the van's rear view mirror is a kid of about fifteen years of age, with bleached blond hair, shaved into a Mohawk, brown eyes, tanned skin, and lean good looks. Actually, as you examine first your face and then your body, you look like a young high school wrestler or swimmer, and not a thing like you!
"What the fuck, dude?!" you ask, then realize you just sounded like some teenage kid, not your adult self. You lean back in the seat, shutting your eyes. Maybe you imagined the whole thing, and when you open your eyes you'll find that you dozed off in the truck and imagined the whole thing. You open your eyes.
Nope, still a kid.
"Aw man! My 'rents are going to kill me!"
What?!? You haven't lived with your parents in years! Besides, why should you worry about them getting mad at YOU?! It isn't like this was something you deliberately had done to yourself. The women in the spa did it TO you! You need to go in there and make them change you back!
You step out of the delivery van, and turn toward the building...
...and find yourself looking at a high school!
Huh?!?
"Hey, don't forget your homework!" a voice calls from the truck. You turn and see yourself, your old self, handing you a beat up backpack from behind the driver's seat. Numbly you take the backpack.
"Now, keep your grades up, or your mom and I will have to make you quit the the swim team," your old body cautions you. "Now, get in there and make us proud!"
"Yeah, sure," you reply, confused. You don't have a son, especially not one in high school! Heck, you're not even married!
You/your apparent father starts the truck and heads out of the school parking lot.
You look toward the school, then away. Where are you?! You don't recognize the school or the neighborhood.