"Thanks for your help, Mister Machine." you say with a smile, as you step out, holding your pants up.
"No Prob, my young sir, and later, after i recharge the old circuts, you can come back, and be older again, or venture further into the realm of youth."
"Okay. I'll keep that in mind." you say. The machine says one last thing before shutting off.
"There are plenty of clothes in the closet, but makes sure you wear something in your range of age, and other things that you are. Anything you wear that isn't you will make it so."
A loud hiss and click is heard as the door shuts, and you look at how big the room is now.
"I don't remember ever being this small, but i know i was." you say aghast. You wander over to the closet, and stand on your tiptoes to open it. The closet is filled with childrens clothing, and each age bracket is represented. You reach up, not really paying attention, and grab an outfit to wear.
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