Alan slowly became aware of the morning sunlight filling the room and eased his way back toward consciousness. 'Wow what a weird dream.' He thought to himself as he stretched. Still not fully awake, Alan sat up, slung his legs over the side of the bed and stumbled when instead of stepping up, he dropped down. All at once it hit him. It hadn't been a weird dream, it had been real, it still was real.
"Susan!?" Alan called nervously when he heard sounds coming from the direction of the kitchen..
"I'm just starting breakfast." Susan called back. "You still have time for a shower before it's ready."
"Where's the medallion? Alan asked.
"Don't worry, I have it. You still have an hour or so to wait before you can use it again. Don't dawdle, I'm going to start the eggs shortly."
Feeling strange, Alan decided that he really had no choice and padded into the bathroom. Instead of the familiar bathroom that he'd used day in and day out for years, suddenly it seemed transformed. He had to stand on his tip toes to reach his toothbrush on the top shelf. Worse, he had to shave part of his neck by feel because he couldn't get high enough in front of the mirror even wobbling on his toes. The shower blasted him in the face unless he stood all the way in back, and his robe was so huge he had to hold it up with both hands to walk.
Susan looked up and giggled when her husband walked in buried in the huge bathrobe. "You look pretty silly like that." She said as she placed two plates of toast, eggs, and sausage on the table.
"I feel pretty silly too, but what else could I wear?" Alan said. Sitting at the table, Alan pushed his sleeves back and partially rolled them up. Even eating was different as he found he had to hold his arms uncomfortably high. The final embarrassment occurred when he couldn't open the jelly jar without using a knife handle to tap all around the lid for nearly two minutes. Susan never said a word, but he could see the stifled smirks.
By the time they'd finished breakfast and cleaned up, it was a little more than 12 hours since Alan had been transformed and they returned to the bedroom to use the medallion again.
"So all I have to do is touch a piece of my own clothing to the medallion while wearing it and I'll transform back, right?" Alan asked.
"Yes, but specifically you transform to the body that last wore the clothing. So I was thinking." Susan said pulling a couple of boxes from beneath the bed. "These are clothes we haven't worn in years, but I just couldn't bring myself to get rid of them. Remember this?" She said holding up Alan's old softball team shirt. It was red with a big eleven on the back.
"Oh my god! I haven't seen that in at least a dozen years." Alan said.
"Well it's rather big for you right now, but if we use it on the medallion, you'll grow into it in short order. Besides, it doubles as a wonderful nightgown, and that robe is ridiculous on you."
"Are you saying it will make me younger?"
"According to the paper, you'll change to the body that last wore the clothing, and I know this shirt has been in the bottom of this box for at least twelve years. How about it? We were both in better shape back then." Susan urged.
"But what about you?" Alan asked.
"Oh, don't worry about me." Susan laughed opening the other box. "I've got a veritable archaeological clothing dig here. I've got a wedding veil, an old tennis outfit, even my high school cheerleader outfit."
"Oooh, cheerleader." Alan grinned.
"I'll think about it. First things first. Put on the medallion and the shirt, then we'll see." Susan said.
Alan put the medallion on and pressed his old softball shirt to it before slipping the shirt on over his head. 'It really was big enough on him to be a nightgown, but not for long.' He thought to himself as he felt the tingle.
