Oliver wasn't about to take chances. Being thirteen was very fun, but the thought of becoming a completely helpless child was just too much of a risk right now. The power ranger undies presented a chance to be just a little younger than he was now, a chance to relive his true childhood without going back to preschool or kindergarten.
Of course, getting the small underwear on was a challenge, but he did it without taking off his sneakers. They were more than a little snug, but Oliver closed his eyes. The familiar sense of vertigo suddenly swept up around him and he felt the world grow even as he regressed. The sneakers on his feet became larger and larger as the moments passed by and his feet dropped several shoe sizes. By the time it was done, the shoes looked like they belonged to an older brother, rather than himself. Oliver opened his eyes and stared.
Yup that was him. His hair was wild and disheveled, freckles dotted his cheeks. His body was lean and lythe, not very strong, but the body any typical 10 or 11 year old boy ought to have. Kicking off his sneakers, Oliver stood barefoot. He had assumed a new and younger identity of himself, the question was...what now?