Ken opened his eyes slowly and realized he was lying on a soft bed, his body aching all over. Last he remembered was the wolf mauling at him and him slicing it apart with his sword. Then something happened... but he couldn't remember what, just that he collapsed to the ground at that point.
He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and moved to get up when he stopped dead. He brought his hands in front of his face again and saw they were small and smooth, though still somewhat calloused it seemed. Those weren't his usual hands though. Frantically he looked around and saw a mirror. He hopped off his bed, feeling a good deal shorter than usual and rushed to look in the mirror.
What Ken saw made his jaw drop. There in the mirror was a young boy about ten years old with messy long blond hair, bright blue eyes and soft, rounded face. "I-is that me?" Ken asked, his hands flying to his throat as he realized he just spoke in a high childish voice.
He stumbled back and sat on the bed, wearing his nightshirt still. The room's furnishing showed the owner was fairly well off, with fancy wallpaper and sweeping curtains. The room was quite large for what seemed to be a child's room, judging by the toy box and the small bed.
Ken's mind was teeming with questions as he looked over his young body again. It wasn't so bad now he thought about it. Physically he could see he was quite toned and athletic for a ten year old, and the accompanying feeling of strength showed that he could probably make this body work. To add to that he found his face and overall appearance, for lack of a better word, cute. "Besides, my youth is renewed," he said to himself, stretching and doing a few push-ups and sit-ups and enjoying his wiry young body. "Not many people get to live a second childhood."
As he finished with his exercises, the pain he'd felt before having gone and been forgotten, he wiped the sweat from his face and stood up before realizing he had no idea where he was. Then there came a knock at the door...