"Oho! This is a fun little award," Loki said, reading the script on the outer envelope. "Most Likely To Be Carded is our next award! And the winner is..."
Loki waggled his eyebrows theatrically as he slit the envelope open with a well-manicured fingernail.
"Tim Fischer! Come on up!" Loki gestured expansively across the stage. Much of the crowd sighed in relief, realizing they'd very possibly dodged a bullet... for now at least. Timothy, on the other hand, found him irresistibly drawn forward, striding through the crowd and marching up the stairs, a slightly shy and confused look on his face.
"Well this can't be right," said Loki, as he looked over the tanned, well toned teen standing next to him. The young man's tux was pretty severely torn up from earlier changes, showing off colorful tribal tattoos and a pair of silver nipple studs. Though he was a little on the short side, whatever he looked like before, he now had a fairly manly figure, which the decorations rather tastefully enhanced. "I'd hate to think someone made a mistake!"
Tim did not like the wry grin spreading across the trickster's face. "No sir, I'm sure it's right. Um, thanks!" He reached for the envelope, hoping he could just take it and go.
"Well, that's a relief, now isn't it?" Loki said, handing over the envelope to the proffered hand.
The teen took it and turned to leave, but froze when Loki spoke up.
"Congratulations, Timmy!"
Timmy winced at the diminutive form of his name. He hated it, since it made him sound younger than he was, and he already had trouble with looking a bit younger than he was. Most people assumed he was a junior, or even a sophomore, not a nearly graduated senior. He hated being called Timmy. He much preferred Timmy. Timmy. Why couldn't he think of himself as anything else?
His look of confusion was clear to everyone in the crowd as he came to the realization that everyone called him Timmy, and always had, or at least that's how he knew everyone would behave from now on. The shredded tux began to droop on his muscular frame, and he realized the worst was far from past.
The shortish teen rapidly lost height and mass, keeping the tan and quite a bit of muscle tone, but diminished to stay in proportion to a much more slender frame. At 5'2", his pants bunched at his ankles atop the nice dress shoes he'd worn, now 5 sizes too big, and his shirt and coat threatened to fall off his narrow shoulders, all trace of a manly V shape gone from his body. He looked down at himself with big, wide eyes, knowing without seeing that he had a cute round face with an even cuter little upturned nose, cheeks sprinkled with freckles.
He wanted to run and hide, but taking a step just made his pants, held up by sheer willpower at this point, fall completely to the floor. He almost screamed when he saw he was wearing brightly colored, cartoon-printed briefs instead of the silk boxers he'd worn "just in case". He yanked his pants back up in a hurry, revealing well-fitting light-up sneakers. He fought to cover himself, and noticed his stylish tribal tats swim across his chest and reform, now a design reading "I Love Nintendo!", with several game characters leaping off the logo. Everyone got a good look, thanks to the spotlight on the stage, before his clothes began to change, tightening to his new size and shape.
His relief was only slight, because what was once a rather snappy, albeit torn, tux rapidly became an equally well tailored little formal suit with short pants and a big red bow-tie. Though toned like a soccer player's, his smooth little bare legs were unmistakably boyish, and he had sudden dreadful certainty that he wasn't going to own many pair of long pants in his future.
Finally, Timmy ran off the stage, thoroughly embarrassed, though he was sure he ought to be mad, his emotional makeup changing to match his new appearance. He dashed off to hide behind the bigger kids in the crowd. Loki's grin widened. If only the kid had argued, he might have had a different fate! Ah well. Little Timmy would find people easily accepting he was 18, with a little proof of course, but getting them to treat him any older than 12 would be a challenge he will find very difficult indeed.
"Now then," Loki said, shuffling through the envelopes once more. "What's next?"