He wrote, "Although my age is the same and everyone who knows me treats me as an adult, I am physically a 12-year-old boy."
Dave had been standing as he wrote, and as soon as he finished the sentence, he felt the desk rise up towards him as his perspective dropped. The pen seemed to grow in his hand along with everything else around him except for his clothes. His suit shrank along with him tailoring itself to fit his childish body. And then it was all done. He looked up around his room, everything seemed a bit larger and taller.
Judging from everything, he seemed to be about a foot shorter, and around 5 feet. His desk chair was raised much higher than he would have liked earlier. He looked at his reflection, and it looked just like his yearbook photos from 7th grade. He let out an involuntary "Huh", allowing him to hear his new voice. It seemed so childish
"Wow," he said. "Listen to me." He giggled again to hear how high his voice sounded now. . He ran a hand over his cheek. "One long chin hair," he said. He looked so dumb when he was younger. He really was a kid. "This is great," he declared.
He turned to walk into the hallway and explore the office at his new age, but he hesitated. Would people recognize him now? he worried for a second. Would they just throw him out of the office as some strange kid? He went back to his desk, grabbed the pen, and held it tightly in his hand. If things went wrong, he wanted it with him ready to write him out of trouble.
He stepped into the hallway and...