Mikey rolled the die. Two. He gulped and felt himself tingling for a brief second. He clenched his eyes closed.
As the tingling faded he still had his eyes closed. Something was different, however. Was this how it felt to be older? He felt a little taller, a little heavier, but not all that different.
He opened his eyes and brushed some hiar out of his face. Wait, he thought, why is my hair so much longer? He looked at his hands... the familiar, long painted fingernails of his own mother!
"Oh, no," she groaned in Mrs. Gibson's voice. "Mom!"
She looked over at her old body, a very annoyed-looking 12-year-old boy. "Well honey," he said, "If Jon and Zoe have to deal with it I suppose we have to as well."
"But I don't want to be a lady!" Mikey cried out.
