You closed the door behind you and started stripping down so you can try on this new outfit. You put the blue T-shirt over you as its so tight and slip on the boxers and jeans, not even buttoning them since they're too small.
"Why did I even pick these clothes, it's obviously too small for me" You said to yourself as you felt a tingle all over your body.
You feel like the world is pulling at you, pulling you down. Your bones feel as if the are compressing together. The hair on your body starts to disappear, and your private area begin to get a bit smaller. You revert backwards through puberty as you become younger. You see your hands and arms become smaller, the same was happening with your feet and legs if you were looking at them. You keep getting younger until the fabric of the clothing fit perfectly.
You stare at the mirror attached to the door. You gasp in shock that your body has recently transformed itself to about the age of twelve......the same number that was on the tag.
*knock**knock**knock* is all you hear on the door. "Is everything okay in there sir?" You noticed it's the same voice of that employee that was 'helpful' earlier.
"NO! These clothes! They...they did something!" you say in your now childish voice.
She opens the door and decides to give you another smile. "Well, that's what you expect when you take clothes from the 'Age' aisle."
"Yeah, I noticed" you said annoyed.
"So tell me this, do you like it?"
"I...I....kinda do" you said. It wasn't until now that you noticed you didn't hate this new form of yours, you actually kinda liked it. You stare at yourself in the mirror.
"There, you see, it's not so bad once you're used to it." she replied. She gave another smile, a smile that said that she knows how you're feeling through experience.
"This...isn't forever is it?" you asked worried. "It'll be hard explaining to my parents that they'll have to put me back in middle school."
"No, the magic wears off once you take the outfit off. If you want it back all you have to do is slip it back on."
You were trying to adjust through all of this. Ten minutes ago you wouldn't even dream that this kinda stuff was even possible, and you liked being young! You sat there on the straining bench thinking on what to do next.
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