"I think I'll be a Victorian street kid" said Andy, the amulet seemed
to hum after he said this.
Across town.
Mitch was finding it hard to type, he couldn't remember what most of
the buttons on his computer did, in fact he couldn't remember much
about anything technological, thinking it must be stress, he decided
to go to the loo and freshen up a little. Once there he locked the
door behind him and looked at himself in the mirror, he was shocked to
see his face was covered in muck, that was not the height of his
concern though as his tailored suit felt a few sizes to big, he looked
closely in the mirror, and he noticed he was looking younger, he
looked about 17... and he was getting younger by the minute, it was
then he felt his boxers writhing and changing, stretching down his
leg, yanking down his trousers Mitch was astonished to see a pair of
Long Johns, that where covered in stains of all description, there was
a horrible smell coming from them as well, he reached to take them off
when he heard a foreign voice whisper in his ears, "but you love your
long johns, you have always had them, and never taken them off"
instantly Mitch felt comfortable in them and couldn't bring himself to
take them off, he looked into the mirror and was astonished at how
high up everything seemed, he studied his face which seemed to have
stopped regressing, he had short, messy and dirty red hair, pale skin
with a smattering of freckles, a small nose, slightly stickyouty ears
and clear blue eyes he noted his face was covered in a layer of muck
and grime, he couldn't be older than 10, looking down at his body he
was astonished by how thin he now was, he was bordering on severe
malnutrition, in any case his new body was certainly underfed. He then
felt his over size clothes begin to vibrate he felt his trousers,
which were still down at his knees, zoom up fastening themselves up,
they became a faded black and shrunk, stopping just above his ankles,
finally patches appeared on them, along with stains and a slightly
sweaty smell appeared on them. He felt his shirt shrink stopping at
roughly the right size for him, it the turned a Grey color and patches
and stains appeared on it, his suit jacket and tie popped out of
existence, he felt a grotty little waistcoat appear over his shirt,
and a pair of worn shoes appeared on his feet, finally a piece of
material tied itself in a cravat like knot around his neck, his head
felt a little tingly for a second as things moved about and new quirks
and abilities manifested themselves, unbeknown to Mitch that is.
Finally the room seemed to jolt and move beneath him, and Mitch found
himself on a cobbled alleyway that was strangely familiar to him