You decided to take out the nerd costume. It consisted of a long-sleeve white button down shirt with a pocket
protector, khaki corduroy slacks, white briefs, white tube socks, size 15 shiny brown dress shoes, a pair of
brown suspenders, a light brown bow-tie with a Erlenmeyer flask on both ends, a tan colored sweater vest, a
make-up kit designed specifically for pimples, a bottle of hair grease with a comb, thick brown-rimmed
eyeglasses, and a multitude of pens to fit in the pocket protector. You say to yourself, "Wow, whoever made
this loved the color brown." You weren't so sure if you should try it on, but you say "what the heck" and
start stripping.
Luckily for you, there is a 6 foot tall mirror in the room. You are 6'2", so that is unfortunate. After you
have stripped down to completely naked, you start pulling on the white briefs. They seemed really small to
you, but after you put them on, and wore them for awhile, you thought they fit you quite nicely. You didn't
notice that your junk actually shrank from a modest 7 inches to a baby 1.5 inches.
Next, you put on the white button down shirt and you notice it is way too small. Worried you might burst the
seams, you begin to unbutton it. But as you do, the shirt begins to fit, as if by magic. You re-button the
buttons and continue to look at yourself in the mirror. "I look completely ridiculous," you say in a very
slightly higher pitched voice. You don't think your voice is any higher, though, and you begin to think that
this costume is really cool.
After that, you pull on the khaki slacks, and just like the shirt, they are way too small. Again, you start
to pull it off, but stop after it begins to fit, and just rezip up the pants. You don't even think it's
strange that the pants' hem only goes to about an inch and a half above the knee. Your gut used to hang over
your waist by a small amount, but now you have virtually no fat, and no muscle, anywhere on your body and you
are super lanky. But that's how you've always been, right? You've never really been much taller than 5'3"
and weighed much more than 110 pounds.
You try to hold your pants up, but you are so skinny that, even though the waist size is 24", the pants are
still sliding off of your body. Good thing that you have suspenders! 'I would have worn them anyways, they
are so fashionable,' you think to yourself as you clip the suspenders to your pants. The suspenders are not
long enough for the pants to go much lower than your belly button, and that would hurt your groin if it wasn't
so small. "Thank goodness that I don't have to worry about my package," you say out loud. Then you pick up
the sweater vest and place it over your suspenders.
After that, you decide to take out the rest of the nerd costume and close the chest; you will need somewhere
to sit to put on your socks and shoes. Wait, these aren't yours; this is a costume from your friends attic.
However, it feels like this what you wear everyday to school. Again, you aren't in school, 'What am I
thinking?' you think to yourself. Just deciding not to think about that, you sit down and start putting on
the socks. While you are pulling on the socks, you notice the socks go up to your knee, right where they
should go. When you are done putting on both socks, you slip your tiny foot into the humongous shoe. "Wow,
these shoes are big." you say in a really high pitched, nasally voice. As you tie the shoe, you don't notice
your foot expand so that they fit the size 15 dress shoe. The same happens with your other foot as you put
the on other shoe. Your feet look so disproportionate to your body that you look super awkward.
You take the bow-tie and you wrap it around your neck. The moment you wrap it around your neck, it instantly
ties itself. "Ahhhh... The beauty of a clip on bow-tie." you say with pleasure. You pull the collar of the
shirt down. You go to the mirror and think, 'Wow, my clothing is perfect but I do not prefer this hair and my
face doesn't look right.' You take the hair grease and dump it into your hand and smother it all over your
hair as if you were dousing the fire that is called "Cool". You take the comb and comb your hair into a
hideous comb-over and you made sure that you could see your scalp in the part. "Perfect" you claim.
The take the makeup kit, open it up, and stick the fake pimples all over your face. It seems that there was
an endless supply of the pimples in the kit, fascinating you. When you were done, you went to look in the
mirror. Something still didn't look right to you, but you couldn't pinpoint what it was. You turn around and
start walking toward the stairs of the attic when you slip and fall straight on your nose. Worried you may
have broken bones in your nose, you turn around and look into the mirror, but you can't see anything.
"My vision! I can't see anything!" You stumble across the glasses from the nerd costume and put them on.
They fit perfectly and made your vision crystal clear. "Thank goodness for my trusty glasses." This time you
completely miss the fact that you said "my" again, because they were your clothes. You look back into the
mirror to see that your nose had flattened, but had become more inflamed so it looked like a potato. It
didn't even looked bruised, and upon touching it, it didn't feel badly at all.
You didn't recognize this as a costume anymore; these were your clothes. You were in your freshman year of
high school and you didn't even think for a second that you were supposed to be much older than that. All of
a sudden, Jack walks into the room, and you turn around quickly.