After the stone glowed, Jon felt his body shrink. And not too long afterward, he found himself in his seven year old body ... wearing his seventeen year old clothes, which looked baggy on his younger body.
"Oops," he said, with his higher-pitched boyish voice. He had forgotten how different his voice was when he was younger. "I forgot about my clothes."
He was about to make a wish to change his outfit, but he was interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Are you almost finished in there?" It was Karyn.
He opened the door and looked up at her. Wow, she's so tall, he thought.
"I thought you were going to the bathroom," she said. "What were you doing in there?"
"I ... uh ..."
"And why are you wearing those clothes?" She groaned, pulling Jon out of the bathroom and into his bedroom, which looked a lot like his younger brother Mikey's room. Except, now he was the younger brother, since he was seven and Mikey was ten. "Let's get you out of those," she said, pulling off Jon's teenage clothes. "Where did you get these, anyway?" She groaned again. "If I knew babysitting you would be this hard, I would have asked your parents for double."
Was Jon being that much of a problem?
As Karyn removed little Jon's clothes, the stone accidentally fell to the floor.
"What's this?" Karyn asked, picking it up.
