For a few moments all Oliver could do was grin dumbly at the image in the mirror. It hadn't quite registered with him yet that he was that kid in the reflection, still in possession of a few vestiges of adult maturity but on the whole looking like the cute if somewhat dopey boy he'd been in eighth grade. His shortened fingers trembled slightly as he touched various parts of his adolescent self, fascinated with how different it was from his adult body and yet at the same time feeling completely comfortable and familiar.
The beard had vanished from his cheeks and chin and been replaced by a smattering of the freckles that had dominated his visage throughout childhood. His limbs and chest were skinny, undefined, baby-smooth. Lifting his arms revealed naught but the barest patches of wispy pit hair - patches that very much resembled the few curly strands that poked out at the base of his adolescent penis. Oliver barked out a laugh as he examined his reduced member with flushed cheeks and a disbelieving smile - his shaft had lost considerable length and girth and it looked as though his balls hadn't even finished descending yet. Definitely not a man's package but not quite small and immature enough to be a little boy's. In an instant the memories of how he would explore his body at this age came rushing back to him, the confusing yet exhilarating evenings in which he familiarized himself with self-pleasure and perfected his technique while being careful not to wake his parents in the next room.
Oliver's blush deepened when he realized that he'd been idly fondling himself as these thoughts ran through his head, a nostalgic, blissful rush of hot shame welling in his chest as he stared at the middle-schooler playing with his half-stiff weenie. He shook off that line of thinking and turned away from the mirror, giggling nervously as he took a deep breath and ran his hands through his soft mop of hair. There'd be time for that later, he rationalized - for now, he needed to see what the ring could do.
He frowned in thought as he stared at the gleaming band of silver that, somehow, perfectly fit his shrunken finger perfectly. If he wanted to go out like this - a frightening yet exciting thought - he was sure that he could make some of his smaller clothes fit with a little doctoring and maybe a new hole poked in his belt. But if he wanted to get even younger...he thought back to the package his mom had sent him a while back, of the tiny, adorable outfits from his childhood that were contained within. There was also the option of becoming someone else and getting younger at the same time - he kept spare clothes around for his nephews for when they came over, and it gave Oliver a thrill to think that he could assume the body of one of those adorable little tykes.