Surprisingly, the bedroom looked very similar to his own, and looked like it belonged to some boy his age.
Sighing with relief as he got inside, his feet took him to a drawer and he took some underwear, before going to the wardrobe. Moving on his own again, his hands picked some jeans and a t-shirt. Discarding the towel, he put all of the clothes and some socks and sneakers lying on the floor, everything changing just a bit to fit him. Just as he finished, Mikey found he could move again.
"That was a close one... now I need to get back the stone and undo everything before someone goes into my room!" he said, checking himself. Luckily, it wasn't anything much different than the clothes he always wore.
Shortly after rushing through the door, he was surprised when he found a woman on the bottom of the staircase.
"Good to see you are already dressed and ready, dear. You are already late, so I'm going to take you to school again" said the woman, likely the mother of whoever was the owner of his clothes.
"But-" Mikey began, not really knowing what to say.
"No buts, young man" cut him the woman, grabing his arm "You are going to school, whether you want to or not. And I'm not going to fall again in that 'I'm really sick' stunt of yours" and with that, she just took Mikey outside and into her car.
Meanwhile...
