"Wow, this menu has a lot of settings," you say as you thumb through the menu. The concept was simple enough, a camera that took photos not as they were, but manipulated them to be how you wanted them to be. But you doubted that it would work. "It'll just come out like some sloppy photoshop picture," you think. It does look strange though. It looks like a professional digital camera, but the lens looks even larger, eerily more threatening, than your standard zoom. You have already looked at the display screen, which shows the menu of options.
"I can make my picture look like anything I want," you mull the words for a bit in your mind. "Well, I did get this camera on my 37th birthday..." You sigh, feeling like a loser yet again. You hate your job. You have no friends, no friends that seem to care about anything other than your car and money, that is. You look at the couch, and see that the lighting is just right. You suddenly have an image of yourself in your childhood sitting on that couch, carefree and happy.
You quickly make the proper adjustments on the menu. Eleven years old ought to do it. You then set the ten-second timer on the camera and set it on the coffee table. Yeah, that looks like a good angle. You then hit the button and hear the beeping. You run to the couch and hop on, quickly adjusting yourself to a nice position. You then smile at the thought of being a kid again as you stare right down the barrel of that strange lens.
FLASH!
You shake your head a bit, recovering from the bright flash that came from the camera. The flash shouldn't have been on. There's plenty of light without it. Oh well, better check the photo. You rush up, feeling an energy that you haven't felt in years. "Man, just the thought of being a kid is exciting," you think, but you quickly trip as you step on the floor. For some reason the floor felt like it was in the wrong place, too far down.
You get up and walk over to the coffee table and bend down to get a look at the photo you took. The camera feels a little heavier in your hands as you push the button to view the photo. Your jaw immediately drops. The photo could have been taken sixteen years ago. You see an eleven-year-old boy, just like you were then, complete with that dorky collared shirt and cutoff jean shorts. You zoom in on the photo. No cheesy photoshopping. It looks real.
"Wow," you say aloud. You then look up, and catch your dim reflection in the framed poster you have on the wall. You can't make it out fully, but a realization comes over you.
You run over to the bathroom. Why is it taking so much longer than normal. You reach the counter, and look into the mirror. You see the same skinny boy from the photo looking back at you here, in real life.
You touch your face and feel the smooth skin. Nope, no need to shave. You see the boy in the mirror grin at the thought. You then feel youthful excitement. "It actually made me eleven years old again!"
You then start jumping up and down and run around the house. You jump up and down on the couch. You climb up onto the counter and play the air guitar. You go back to the camera and look at it again.
"So many possibilities with this." A rush of energy flows through you. "I can do anything."