Oliver couldn't shake that wild, curious and experimental nature that his new body now had. He was effectively a teen again, with all the teens worries, emotions and hormones. As much as he might want to grow up again or be a child, he wanted to stay a thirteen year old. Grinning, he hopped off the bed. First things first, he had to "get into character." He knew he had some old clothes around somewhere. If not, his neighbor was close to his age, maybe he could nab some of his clothes. The idea of being a young teen again was exhilarating, and the fact that he wouldn't get caught or maybe the possibility he could be was even more so.