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The beard had vanished from his cheeks and chin and been replaced by a smattering of the freckles that had dominated his visage throughout childhood.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.
Giggling nervously he took a deep breath and ran his hands through his soft mop of hair. He frowned in thought as he stared at the gleaming band of silver that, somehow, perfectly fit his shrunken finger perfectly. He wanted to go out like this - a frightening yet exciting thought. He had five hundred dollars, that was a fortune to a thirteen year old. Why not live a little?