"Ha ha, very funny." Oliver managed a smile as his nephews continued giggling at his expense. The intensity of his embarrassment had almost drove him to a childish act of retribution, but after taking a deep breath and pushing down the quell of hot shame Oliver was able to realize that what Connor and Jackson had done actually was pretty funny. Heck, he even chuckled a little himself when he looked down at the undefined limbs and the complete hairlessness and the tiny lump in his Pikachu briefs. He felt so silly. So little. And his nephews' teasing had almost made him forgotten that that's exactly how he wanted to feel. He was a kid. A little boy. And little boys don't take themselves so seriously.
"I'm glad I could give you guys a laugh." He grinned once Connor and Jackson had calmed down. "Do you wanna get your toys out so we can play for a little bit?"
"No way!" Connor cried. "We wanna see what else the ring can do."
"Yeah!" Jackson agreed. "We can play whenever. This is MAGIC!"
"Maybe later. Right now let's just play, okay?"
Connor and Jackson smirked at their uncle. Oliver frowned. He had seen that look all too many times while taking care of his nephews and it never preceded anything good.
"We don' hafta do what you say anymore," Jackson declared.
"Yeah!" Connor added. "You're not even a grown-up anymore. You're not even the biggest. At least we got clothes on. You're justa widdle bitty undies boy."
The boys started laughing again as Oliver felt the roaring indignation swell within him once more. As an adult he'd have been able to easily shrug off such a lame, childish insult...but as a kid...
"Now look," he snapped, squeaky voice undermining the authoritative tone he was trying to set. "I'm still your uncle and I'm still the adult here. If the two of you don't be good I'm going to grow back up, put the ring away, and make you guys stay in my room with no toys until your mom gets back. Understand?"
Though the threat had been delivered in an entirely unintimidating timbre, the sudden silence that came over his nephews told Oliver that it had done the trick just the same. A bit of his adult swagger returned as he crossed his arms while Connor and Jackson looked uncertainly at each other - and then vanished in an instant when the boys suddenly and simultaneously pounced on their uncle.
"Hey! HEY!" Oliver shouted as they wrestled him to the ground, astonished that he was being overpowered by the five-year-olds he had so easily thrown around as an adult. "You guys are gonna be in SERIOUS trouble if you don't stop this right now!"
"You're not the grown-up anymoooooore," Jackson taunted in a mocking sing-song as he sat on his uncle's chest. Oliver's strength, slight as it was, would've been more than enough to throw Jackson off of him - had Connor not been pinning his wrists to the carpet.
"Now WE'RE gonna be the grown-ups!" Connor declared with giddy glee as he started tugging the ring off of his uncle's finger. Oliver was flooded with fear as he, to no avail, kicked and shouted and squirmed beneath his nephews, only now grasping the sheer powerlessness of his seven-year-old self.
"DON'T!" Oliver cried, little voice warbling with genuine desperation. "Stop! Please!"
It was no use. Connor had yanked the ring off of Oliver's finger and was already making a beeline for his uncle's bedroom. Jackson followed suit an instant later - but not before grabbing the waistband of Oliver's undies, pulling them off as he ran away and leaving his little uncle without even the cartoon briefs to maintain what was left of his dignity. Oliver, squealing in shame, clambered to his feet and half-shouted half-whined after his nephews as he chased them down the hall, blush only deepening at the feeling of his tiny weenie bouncing around freely between his skinny legs. Though his slightly-bigger body allowed him to gain on Connor and Jackson, they had gotten too big of a head start - and the last thing he saw before they closed the door to his bedroom on him was an identical pair of devious grins.
"You guyyyyyyyssss!" Oliver wailed as he used one hand to thump at the door while the other covered himself, something he just had to do even with no one around to see. "You have to stop! This isn't funny anymore!"
No response save for whispers and impish giggles. Tears burned at the corners of Oliver's eyes as he continued to whine and bang on the door while standing bare-ass naked in the middle of the hallway, having never felt so small and exposed in his entire life. He might've been thinking like an adult as recently as a minute ago, but the stress of the situation was doing wonders at bringing those old childish feelings to the forefront, overwhelming and uncontrollable emotions that drowned out grown-up logic and reason. The helplessness, the fear, the thought that he had done something really really bad and that he was gonna be in big trouble when someone found out. He had wanted to feel like a kid - well, he'd gotten his wish.
Oliver felt on the verge of breaking down bawling when it suddenly became completely silent within his room. The boy, sniffling and wiping his widened eyes, trembled in awful anticipation as the door opened to reveal...