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. You try to button them, but give up since it's 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 they just compressed together. You revert backwards through puberty as you become younger only by a little bit. The outfit soon becomes a perfect match for you. You button up the jeans as they are now big enough.
"That was wierd." 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 sixteen......the same number that was on the tag. It wasn't that much of a difference, but still noticable.
*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.
"Uh, I think these clothes made me look younger." you said.
She opens the door and decides to give you another smile. "Those clothes DID make you younger. That's what you expect when you take clothes from the 'Age' aisle. 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 everyone that I'm back in high 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 younger! You sat there on the straining bench thinking on what to do next.
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