Okay, so maybe that soccer ball did hit your head a little hard. You definitely didn’t remember these boys, or being their coach, and yet here you were. It made more sense that you were blanking out than that a whole soccer team full of boys would pull such an elaborate prank on a complete stranger. They definitely were acting like they knew you, so it’s probably best just to roll with it. Besides, you can’t help but feel a little bit of pride to know that you’re the coach of these fine young boys. They’re actually very good with quick reflexes and nice muscles for ten year olds, and they’re all playing fairly and with good teamwork skills.
The next couple of minutes are quick and action-packed; you watch the two groups of boys perform some talented maneuvers, blocks, and kicks. Eventually, though, one of the “skins” scored a tight kick, sending the ball past the “shirt” goalie and scoring a goal for his team. Although only one group had won, all of them cheered and congratulated the boy, an older kid with brown hair and bright blue eyes who was apparently named Jake. In fact, he seemed to be the best of the boys, and he was a little more toned than the others.
... Wait a minute. Something’s not right. As the boys run around, cheering and moving around the field, they seem to be inching upwards. Their black shorts ride up the growing columns of their legs, covering less and less as the legs expand, pressing against the fabric. After all the cheering is over, the smallest of them is actually a little under five feet tall. Jake, who was the biggest of them, was actually pretty close to your height now, probably only a few inches shy. Their uniforms, or shorts in the case of some of the boys, were stretched tight against bodies that were now a couple of feet bigger. The shirts are now inadequate, only covering the top half or so of their considerably bigger and noticeably more muscular chests. It was almost like looking at huge nude statues that had been given kid’s clothes. An appropriate comparison, really, given how huge they all are.
Despite these changes, however, the boys seem to be treating it quite happily. They’re definitely surprised, but they’re all laughing and roughhousing, which seems even rougher now that they’re two feet taller and even more muscular than before. Their playful actions, faces, and the boy clothes are all but the only reminders that these are a group of ten year old kids. You’re just glad those nylon shorts and jerseys held up the size change, for now, at least...