You look at one of the clothes and they look like a pair of overalls fit for a young boy,
maybe ment for a 9 or 10 year old.
"I can't wear these!" you tell her, "these are for a child, not for an adult"
"You might be surprised with how well they will fit you" she said kindly.
You give her a look and think "is she crazy?" but you say "If you say so, wait there's
no underwear" you tell her.
"Just put them on, trust me you won't need any" she tells you.
She leaves and you decide to put them on. Strangely as you pull up the overalls they
start to fit you. You look around the room and everything looks bigger.
"Huh?" you say and discover your voice sounds higher, more child like, and with a
southern farm-ish accent.
"I told you they would fit" she said and brings you to a mirror. You gasp as you see a
young boy about 10 years old with black shaggy hair, some goofy looking teeth, ears
looking alittle big, and grey dumb looking eyes.
"What happened? Is that me?" you say surprised at your new voice.
"Yes, now you are my son! And you can help around the farm"
Your brain becomes like that of a young country boy, as you start to forget that you
even changed.
"What are ya talkin 'bout ma? I always help you around the farm" you say.
"I know, can you put this slop in the pig pen?"
"Sure ma" you say grabbing the slop and going outside, your bare foot but you don't
care, actually you like it. You never did like going outside with shoes on, which was
good so your ma didn't have to buy any for you.
You smile happily, enjoying your simple farm life.