You end up at the age of twelve. Your pecs, your voice, the hair on your chest and even your manhood have shrunk back to what they'd been a few years ago. The stubble that had been there a moment ago had disappeared, leaving smooth, unblemished skin. The potion has left you with all of your memories and knowledge intact, but now you're in the body of an adolescent.
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Your mind reels, trying to make sense of what has happened, and you feel your thoughts racing back to a time when the world was less complex, when the biggest problem you faced was whether or not you'd done your homework. The room around you seems so much larger than before, and you struggle to comprehend the reality of your situation.
Your sister Emma had been downstairs when she heard the commotion from your room. She rushes up, her curiosity aroused by the unusual sounds. She freezes at the doorway when she sees you, now a barely dressed adolescent, looking up at her with wide, terrified eyes. "What the hell happened to you?" she exclaims, with genuine concern, and utter confusion.
You try to explain, but the words come out in a jumble of squeaks and stutters that only add to the absurdity of the situation. She stares at you for a moment, her eyes narrowing as she assesses the seriousness of your distress. Then she bursts out laughing, thinking it's an elaborate prank. But as the reality of your predicament sinks in, her laughter turns into shock.
"This isn't funny, Emma," you manage to say, your voice still uncooperative.
Emma's laughter subsides, her face morphing into a mask of concern. She steps closer, her eyes scanning your body, looking for signs of a joke or a prank gone wrong. But she sees the desperation in your eyes, and she knows you're not lying. "Okay, okay," she says, so tell me what happened?"
You take a deep breath and start from the beginning, explaining the potion, and the sudden transformation. She listens, nodding along, trying to process the unbelievable story.
Emma stares at the bottle you still have clutched in your hand, with the smoky purple liquid swirling inside. "A potion? Are you serious?" she asked, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and bewilderment.
"It said something about it being a witch's potion," you reply, “but I obviously didn’t believe that. I just thought it looked, well, authentic,” your explain, your voice still squeaking by comparison your your normal tone.
Emma takes the bottle from you, her eyes wide with curiosity. She examines it, turning it over in her hand. "Wow, this is crazy," she murmurs, her mind racing with questions. She looks up at you, standing in just the oversized boxers, noticing the softness of your skin and the way your muscles had practically disappeared. "It's like you're a kid again," she said, her voice filled with both amazement and mischief.
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