After twenty four hours of serving Mr. Leprechaun in his cottage, scrubbing floors, fetching food, washing clothes, etc., little Kyle was feeling pretty comfy with being a boy again. But the Leprechaun was a man of his word. He led the young lad back home, and as the sun was rising out the window, sat little Kyle down on his bed in his bedroom.
Kyle smiled dopily at his reflection in the full sized mirror across from his bed. Mr. Leprechaun had dressed him in stable boy clothes for his day of chores, green flanesl and blue overalls.
"You'd best strip down, Boyo!" the Leprechaun shouted. "It won't be too comfy to grow back up in those little kiddie clothes."
"But I like being a little boy," Kyle protested. "Please, Mr. Leprechaun. Can't I be your helper some more?"
The Leprechaun laughed long and hard. "You won't feel that way once you grow back up into a big hairy lug again, laddie! Just strip down."
Little Kyle did as he was told. He undid his overalls, unbuttoned his shirt, and stripped down into a naked little kid again. In the back of his head he couldn't believe how comforatable he was being naked with the Leprechaun nearby, but somehow he'd becomes a trusted grownup. In the back of his mind he vaguely recalled being a grown man not too long ago, but the reflection of the naked child seemed so normal now.
The Leprechaun removed his hat and wiggled his fingers. A magical slide whistle sound effect sounded, and he reached into the hat up to his elbow. He pulled out a frosty brown bottle, and showed Kyle the label: "Mr. Leprechaun's Big Boy Beer." "Have a sip, wee one," the Leprechaun said.
Kyle bit his lip in confusion. "I can't drink a beer, Mister. I'm just a kid."
The Leprechaun hopped up onto the bed and slapped Kyle on the shoulder. "Who's your boss, Laddie?"
"You are Mr. Leprechaun," Kyle said obediently.
"And do you do what your told when I told you?"
"Yes sir!"
The Leprechaun popped open the beer. "Then drink up!"
"Yes sir!" Kyle took the bottle and reluctantly took a sip. The beer tasted sour and frothy in his kid mouth. He tried to put it down, but the Leprechaun grabbed the bottom of the bottle and tilted it up, so that he was forced to chug.
"Oh no, boyo! Drink all the way up!"
Kyle chugged, and chugged. For a moment he felt like he was going to be sick, but then the whole bottle was gone.
"There we go, not so bad is it?"
"N . . . no sir . . ." Little Kyle's speech slurrged. He hiccuped. The room spun, just a bit. Suddenly, Kyle's limbs trembled, his muscles spasmed. He the mirror in amazement as his entire body started to grow. Bigger and bigger. Swelling up. His arms and legs, getting muscular. Hair coating his chest and limbs. His manhood swelling. His jaw squared out, and whiskers painted across his face as his boy-blond hair darkened into manlier shade. Soon, big hairy grown up Kyle sat on the bed.
He shook his head, still dizzy with drunkeness, but one beer was hardly enough to keep his adult body drunk. He rubbed his hairy stomach, then unleashed a monstrous manly belch.
The Leprechaun slapped him on the side of his bottom. "Well excuse you! Ha! How does it feel to be big again, Kyle?"
Kyle stood up, examined his body in the mirror. He felt like a million bucks. "It feels great!"
"That's right. You had a little taste of being a wee boy again. Totally submissive, and now you get to be a grown up again. Not so bad is it?"
"No sir!" Kyle said. He cringed. Why was his impulse still to call the Leprechaun "sir?"
"Perhaps we'll play again soon! So long!" The Leprechaun disappeared in a puff of green smoke. Kyle checked the clock. It was almost 7AM. The day was about to begin.