Get younger and join the fun!

Chapter 3
Part III

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Right then the gears of puberty kicked in motion, going on full reverse, and he saw himself deflating like a poorly knotted balloon. He watched, mesmerized, as his body thinned and diminished on the spot. His shoulders were visibly narrowing this time and he flexed with awe a bicept that ended up barely bigger than his forearm, on which hairs were rapidly going the way of his facial ones. Only light and soft ones were left behind, almost unnoticeable. Not even his mouth escaped the tickling sensation rushing over him.

The room around him appeared to spin as a sudden spurt of ungrowth lowered his vision, leaving him disoriented and barely five feets tall. He almost tripped on his pants as it pooled down around his ankles, revealing his legs which had also joined the hairless club. As the warm tingling distinctly extended to some particular part of his body, he allowed the under extended elastic of his boxer to lose its fonction, letting his underwear join his pants on the floor.

He gasped at what he saw remained of his still regressing privates. Small and thin. He looked like he had just got out a particularly icy pool. While he had expected it as part of the changes, it still was a bit hard to witness. You couldn’t joke with these parts. Only a thin patch of hairs remained, the upper end still lower than he could even recall. Maybe the last of his body hair, he wondered. Almost, actually, as he checked under his arms, spotting a few strands. The little puberty fairy had already started showing up in the seventh grade, it seemed.

That’s when his sister decided to barge in his room in her witch dress, flewing the door open to ask excitedly if he was ready.

He wasn’t, as she could plainly see while her brother rushed to cover his privates.

"Liz! I’m changing!" He yelled, his voice climbing a pitch on the last syllabe.

Averting her eyes, she grabbed the knob and nearly closed the door, giggling to her still duckling brother. "Sorry! Thought you would have finished."

"I don’t care. Get out of there" He was deep red, and his cracking voice certainly didn’t help in properly scolding his sister. He could still hear her giggling behind his door after she closed it.

Someone else took care of it for him, though, voicing his outrage.

"Elisabeth! Don’t rush into Peter’s room like that!" reprimanded his mother. ’Since when did Mom go upstair?’

"But I didn’t do it on purpose, I didn’t knew he was still changing." Pleaded Liz.

"That’s not the problem! Peter is a teenager, now, you can’t just barge into his room without knocking."

"But-"

"No buts, little Miss. Now come with me, Your friends could arrive anytime now and we still haven’t do your hairs. We will check up on your brother later."

Slowly getting up, Peter allowed his hands to unclamp themselves. A part of him was ashamed that such smaller hands had been enough to cover him. The reddened face of a thirteen years old looked back at him in the mirror. It seemed like he could easily fit right in a seventh grade classroom, from the look of it. His cheeks were zit free, though. ’The night better be worth it.’

He had no time to spare, though. Who knew when his mother would come back, or whether his father was around. His earlier outburst felt like it happened ages ago by now, but he still didn’t know how it would fit in this altered reality. ’No time to waste.’

The remaining candies went ones by ones in his mouth, completing the changes. Soon, he lost even more height, ending up at a mere 4"7, while a piano of baby teeths emerged in his mouth as most of the adult ones sinked in. A slight tingling built up on his groin, leaving with his last pubic hairs. He wrinced as his shrinking balls tightened against his body, and he took a last glance below before chosing not to look further on. His chest and belly certainly felt skinny as he patted himself. ’Good thing I didn’t went young enough for baby fat to replace the adult one.’ He didn’t even had the beginning of pecs either, though. Watching himself from the side, his whole upper body went into a soft curb. He couldn’t have looked more boyish, and walking around in the buff certainly didn’t help him feeling less silly.

Looking around for something to cover up, he spotted the clothes he had dropped to the ground some moments ago. Picking up his jean, he was surprised at how heavy they felt in his weak arms, and dropped them back. By chance, opening his middle drawer revealed a row of boys briefs in lieue of his usual boxers. He was content enough to finally find something to wear when he turned around, missing a heartbeat.

His whole room had changed again. A blue wallpaper repeated its small plane-themed pattern on all sides, when not covered by various Avengers posters. His desk had shrunk to a more appropriate one for a grade schooler, a fourth grade math book now laying on it. The others furnitures hadn’t changed much, it seemed, although he could spot various child books on the shelves in place of his Fantasy collection. A box of toys was also poking out from a half open door, while others were scattered here and there on the ground.

He again spotted some recently re-iconic super heros as mechanical toys, when not portrayed on his own bed’s blanket. It seemed like he would have been a great Marvel fan if he had been ten years old this year, he chuckled.

’If the magic keep changing things at the exact moment I’m not looking at them, I’m going to end up a very young heart patient, though.’ Yet not everything had changed, he noticed. Looking down at his previous clothes, he wondered if wearing them during a part of the change had messed with that side of the magic, or only slowed it.

Now clothed in the first non childishly themed t-shirt he could find and a pair of briefs, he finally started putting on the mummy costume. He tried not to give more though to the way his boyhood barely filled his underwear, concentrating on the matter at hand. The costume was quite a good fit, in the end, albeit a bit tight. ’Emma’s brother may be currently ten, but this is one of his *older* costume.’ He sighed ’Liz didn’t thought it this far.’ The solution, taking one more candy, was a no-no. He was small enough and Elisabeth already way too overactive for him to only have one mere year separating them.

’Speaking of candies...’ He grabbed one of the red gelatine ball and securiedly buried it in one of his pockets.

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He was trying to work out the mess of strips on his costume’s hood when his mother opened the door and casually walked right to him.

"Let me help you, dear" She said with a smile, fixing it smoothly" There, try not to touch it too much later on, or it may go on your make up. And you wouldn’t want to ruin my work, do you?" his mother added playfuly. She had indeed brought with her a small case that she opened on his desk, bringing out a few gouache looking stickers.

He hadn’t noticed the case at all, though, susprised as he had been by how huge his mother looked as she had walked toward him. She was no petite woman, but at seventeen he had already gotten used to slightly look down to his mother height. Now, on the other hand, he had to cradle up his neck, barely at chest level.

Moreover, he realised with shock, his mother looked younger herself! The hairs she had started to dye when her white hairs had become too noticeable were now back to her natural color, and the little crows around her eyes certainly looked smoothered. Yet the little box had remained in his room since it entered it. ’Liz, goddammit, what did you do?’

"Mom, err, it will look better if I properly wash my face before, don’t you think so?" He had almost stopped talking when he heard his pipsqueak voice come out of his throat. He sounded so much like his little sister!

His mother agreed, proud of her little boy making some mature initiative - and his face did look a bit sweaty, she noticed - allowing him to leave for a quick passage through the bathroom.

Peter went directly for Liz’s room, though, and spotted her doing a few spin with her dress in front of her mirror. She heard the steps approaching and turned to face him, eyes wides. "Oh Peter you look so cute! I had only seen photos, but you’re exactly as I though you would be! I’m sorry for entering your room earlier, but the candies were so fast I thought you would have finished by then."

With some relief he aknowledged the new age difference with his sister had left him with enough height over her to still truly feel like a big brother. He nonetheless couldn’t help but feel like his sister had a sudden growth spurt, but being a dwarf next to his mother had be unnerving enough, his little sister at least remained as such, even if quite a bit less.

"Listen, Liz, did you give Mom some of the pills too? She look younger as well."

He had to wait for her to stop giggling at the sound of his girlish voice, but she eventually answered.

"Nah, I didn’t. She just got younger because you did, I think. Some people wouldn’t be able to have fun if they regressed with still old parents, after all."

He processed the info, kinda relieved his sister wasn’t actually messing around making people younger without telling him. Still... "But, why didn’t you regress as well? Or is that also because the charm work differently on you? And what about about others peoples, like your friends or our classmates?"

She giggled again, this time ending it with a hand raised shrug. " ’Dunno."

The answer was far less than he wished for. He would have to go with the flown on all this, it seemed. On a sense, it was what he had willingly accepted, he realised.

His mother was calling for him, and he rushed to wash his face and go back to his room. You took your time, noted his mother. No time to waste anymore.

She made him stand still while she sat in his chair, now at the right level to start painting his face and make it ’match his costume’. Looking on the mirror on his side, Peter marvelled one last time at his clear complexion before it got partially covered. His softer skin tone combined with his bright looking eyes, small little nose, crooked baby teeths and lighter hairs combined to make him look utterly adorable, he aknowledged. He wasn’t sure what to think of it. ’Add some freckles and I could have candidated to be the new Kinder Chocolate’s kid.’

His mom had begun applying some greyish makeup on his forehead, when he decided to ask.

"So, err, mom, you’re not angry about earlier, at dinner?" He asked, unsure of himself. His little boyish voice didn’t help. He was going to need some time to adjust to the high pitched tone.

"Why, sweety? Daddy and I are very proud of you for accepting to go trick or treating with your little sister and her friends instead of yours. He’s just a bit sad you didn’t let him do your costume as well, that’s all." Black joined the artwork in the making as she circled his eyes.

She leaned on, whispering. "Although it may be a relief for the sewing machine". He chuckled at that, wondering when his mom had stopped being so playful with him.

"Be sure to keep an eye on your sister, Peter. They’re pretty well organised around there, but I don’t think they’re used to your sister’s level yet." He laughed at that. "Oops, shouldn’t make you move! Stay still, dear, I’m doing the mouth." He obeyed and didn’t make the slightiest move as she painted what looked more or less like a withered looking mouth on his lips and nearly cheeks.

Satisfied with the results, she leaned back into the chair. "Now, you should join up with daddy downstair, I think I’ve heard the door’s bell, and they all probably can’t wait to see your great costume!" He nodded, her tone reminding him of the one he had himself used earlier that evening.

"Oh, and remember, it’s not Halloween every night, so try to make good memories of it!" She added, before he went running in the hallway.

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Inspecting her own hands that didn’t escape bits of the body paint, she decided a visit to the bathroom was direly needed. Scrubbing it off in the sink, she didn’t notice her daughter stealthely pass by and go into her brother room. Nor did she notice her pick up a little metallic box, hastily close its lid and put it in her little witch purse. She didn’t notice either how wide her smile was as she rushed down the stairs to join her brother and waiting friends.

What she did notice while passing her son’s bedroom, though, was a little shiny piece of plastified paper on the ground near his desk. She didn’t give it much thought, however, as her son’s whole room was as much a mess as one would expect from a ten years old kid, if not more.

Had she looked at it, though, she would have noticed a strange little list of description about what must have looked like a little game involving magic and candies. And near the bottom, on slightly bigger letters.

*Beware, strong emotions may cause mental regression.*

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"Aww, you know, the worst part of it is that I can’t ruffle your hairs"

"I know, dad, geez! It’s Liz who insisted I wear this one. Tell that to her" pipped Peter as he tried to escape his father grip. He had finally convinced his father to put him back on the ground before opening the door, and the later was now mimicking what he had just said with his palms on his son’s bandage covered head.

It had been weird enough to be picked up and raised in the air without his opinion on it even being asked, now he had to deal with his teasing dad in front of others little kids. He almost regretted the scolding version he had seen at dinner. It did feel really fun to be lifted like that, actually, but he wasn’t going to admit it yet.

One of the girls giggled, and he blushed a bit. ’Way to make a good first impression’ It seemed like it was part of the parental guide for fathers to embarass their sons in front of girls.

"Liz, what are you doing? Your friends are there!" his father finally vocalised his son’s thoughts.

"I’m here, dad" panted Liz as she ran down the stairs, a big grin on her face.

She happily welcomed her waiting friends who squealed in high pitched awes at her witch costume. Peter couldn’t help but notice with a smirk how his Father’s chest was inflating with each compliment as if he had been the one prancing around in the little witch clothes.

He had to admit his dad had done a really good job at it. The robe was beautiful, a shade of black mixed with a deep purple strand of fabric going along it, enhencing the shape, and ending in the front in a serie of bows and ties. Above, it puffed up on the shoulders before ending in long sleeves, while below, black booths and stocking could be seen before the knee long dress ended in little spikes. As a whole, and with the matching pointy sorcerer hat, it gave quite the neat look, distinctively hand-made. While fitting of a little girl’s tastes for dresses, it still looked Halloween enough. ’She may really have a chance at winning the costume contest.’

They finished telling their parents goodbies, though, and he found himself on the house’s frontdoor, being given a bag while the little group awaited him.

There he was, a little boy again, about to go trick or treating like any other kid on Halloween. He certainly didn’t expect the evening to go this way, and, as crazy as it had been, it was only the beginning of the night. Still, that was shaping up to become a way better one than he had expected getting up that morning. Maybe Halloween was truly a night of magic and wonders? Whatever, he was going to spend it to its fullest, Peter decided.

He grabbed the bag and stepped into the night.

 

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