Jason looked back in the mirror at the boy he used to be - and was again. He looked a little dorky, but part of that was due to the baggy clothing that made it look like he was a little kid in his dad's clothing. He'd been pretty cute as a boy, actually, though he'd sorta averaged out when he got older. He wished he'd known about this ahead of time - he could have made some preparations. There was no way he could do much in his adult clothing - his shoes had already fallen off, and everything else hung loose. He frowned as he plucked at the baggy T-shirt.
"Don't worry, kid. We got clothes you can wear. You aren't; the first guy who wasn't dressed for the occasion." Tina pointed to the Employees door tot he kitchen. "There's a dressing room back there with boxes of clothes. Nothing fancy, and some of it isn't all that clean, but you should be able to find stuff that will work. Fold your things up and leave them with me. Just remember that you'll change back about sunrise, so don't be wearing the small stuff unless you are into pain."
Jason scrambled off the stool and went into the back, having to hold his pants up with one hand. He found the dressing room open. Sure enough, there were boxes of clothing and shoes. He stripped and began sorting through items, pulling out what looked right. He ended up with a T-shirt with a Superman logo, jeans that were just a little too long, and neon green sneakers that had seen better days. The underwear he found had a yellow stain but he didn't want to go commando. Nothing smelled too bad, at least. A boy's baseball cap with a Dodgers logo finished his ensemble out, and he carefully gathered his own clothes and went back outside.
Tina nodded in approval when she saw him, but several of the other customers laughed. One guy said "Kid's a natural kid! You should give him the lock."
Tino glared at the man, and then took Jason's clothes. "I'll keep these here one day. After that they go in the boxes. Now scoot! have fun, kid."
Grinning, Jason nodded and left, noting he had to push pretty hard to get the door open. It reminded him how small and weak he was.
The sun was going down, leaving Jason with few options. He could go home, though he sure couldn't drive his car. Call a cab? He had his wallet and cell phone, and enough cash to get dinner and maybe go to an arcade or a movie. There wasn't much out in this part of town for a kid to do. He could try hitchhiking the short distance back into the center of town, or maybe get a ride from one of the other patrons.