You walk into the room, and do a double take, the room is very
different to how you left it, it looks as though it was made for
someone many years younger than you possible 7 or 8. You notice your
black wallpaper has been replaced with pastel blue and a Bart Simpson
border, your double bed has been replaced with a racing car bed, there
is a desk in the corner with a dilapidated computer covered in
stickers, there is a rather old TV/VHS with a PS2 linked up to it,
there is a big silver wardrobe, a floor length mirror and a soccer
kit complete with muddy boots lying on the floor.
You look around in shock, you notice pictures of a little raven haired
boy with emerald eyes in photos around the room, he is stood with what
you would judge to be his parents, there is a certificate on the wall
awarded to a Jamie Clarke, for winning the State Little leagues, he
was quite a sporty kid judging by the room, you glance at the soccer
kit again, you have a large urge to try it on, it is out of character
for you as at school you are always considered a nerd, not one to play
sports.
You pick up the soccer kit jersey, you opt to try it on, you remove
your old clothes and pull the jersey on, amazingly it seems to fit
you, you pick up the briefs, and change from your boxers into them,
amazed to find they fit you also, you pull the shorts up, put on the
socks and tie the laces on the boots, you are amazed that all this
fits you.
After putting the kit on, you look up and around, noticing with alarm
that everything seems... bigger
You walk hastily over to the mirror and are astonished to see the 8
year old from the pictures staring back at you, you wheel round
looking for your old clothes but they have vanished, you hear a voice
from downstairs yelling "Jamie time for soccer practice", you
automatically yell in a childish voice "Coming Mum", you can't stop
yourself bounding downstairs with a lot of energy, the lady who was
calling your name, was extremely pretty, had you been in your previous
teenaged form you would have called her hot, but you find yourself
unable to think thoughts like that in this form, in fact you feel a
innocence that you hadn't felt for many years, and a distinct naivety.
As you sat in the SUV on your way to soccer practice, you remember you
haven't a clue how to play soccer, you begin to worry a lot, it only
escalated when you arrived at the soccer ground, you can;t stop
yourself giving the lady driving the car a kiss and saying "Bye Mum"
and flashing a beaming smile, before jumping out the car