Chapter #3Paul, age 27 by: Unknown Waking up in his bed, Paul felt something that was ... different. Sitting up, he looked around at his room, everything was still the same, pile of dirty laundry, his suit hanging on the closet door for work tomorrow, his computer still in sleep mode. Tossing off the covers as he swung his legs off the edge of his bed, he noticed that his legs didn't touch the ground, they just dangled there about halfway down. Oh well, he hopped off, and his sole garment, his boxers, slid off in one swift moment.
"Must've stretched my boxers out too much." He grumbled to himself as he wandered down his apartment hall, bare feet plodding down the wooden floor before sitting at his kitchen counter and starting up his coffee machine. "Yikes!" He yelled, hopping off the cold seat, rubbing his bare bottom to warm it back up, "Man that's cold!" Looking down at his crotch he noticed that now not only was he hairless down there, but was now a prepubescent, looking at the mirror across the hall, he saw what appeared to be his nine-year old self.
"I think my sister must've swapped out my mirror, reflections not right." He said to himself as he plopped on the couch, warmer than the plastic stool in the kitchen, and flipped on the news.
The news lady looked somewhere around 10, her blouse draped over her like a dress, while her coanchor had his sleeves rolled up to an almost comedic level. When they jumped to the weather lady, she looked somewhere around 6, her dress pooled at her feet, but she didn't seem to mind that's she was standing in front of state-wide TV in her birthday suit.
Flipping through the other stations to see if anything good was on TV, he saw more kids that's looked like they were playing dress up in their parent clothes, or simply going about their business without them. Sports, News, talk shows, sitcoms, everyone was no older than 11, but no younger than 4, oddly enough, the only ones with proper fitting clothes were the ones who were supposed to be kids, and they didn't see anything strange either.
Hearing the *ding* from his coffee machine, Paul hopped up and started making himself a cup, something was off, it felt different today. He just couldn't place it, but he figured that he'd find out eventually.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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