"Well we went to high school all last week," Alex said, "And Elementary is too easy, so I say we go to middle school."
"Middle school it is," Jake replied, instantly aging both of them to twelve.
Jake tossed his towel in the hamper, as he entered his bedroom and took a last look at his naked physique, flexing a little proudly. At twelve he and Alex stood about 5'6'', so they were on the tall side as usual. It was early spring, and warm enough for shorts. So he donned a pair of blue plaid cargo shorts with a cloth belt, a white sleeveless shirt to show off his arms, a pair of white sweatbands and finally black high-top sneakers. Quickly he willed himself and Alex to have been enrolled in the nearest Middle School since Grade 6 and looked over himself, deciding he looked cool enough, and walked out to meet Alex who wore similar clothes, though with red plaid cargo shorts and a blue sleeveless shirt. "Ready to go?" Jake asked, making backpacks appear on them.
"As long as you are," replied Alex cheerily.
"I'm always ready," Jake replied.
In the blink of an eye the two of them were standing with the crowd of kids going into the middle school. Jake had ensured they were known at the school, and quite well liked. As he walked he saw so many people he wanted to toy with that he had no idea where to start. So he figured he'd wait until his first class to decide. This first class was...