I'd been nervous for the rest of the day, trying to keep my package hidden from the people around me. Despite the fact it was in a discreet and plain bag, I kept feeling like someone might notice. That would be the worst - especially if someone from my family saw it.
First I'd gone window shopping, just looking around at what there was to buy. It wasn't like it was worth buying anything else though, if I was about to regress a fair few years.
I'd eaten my lunch while out, wanting to keep the package away from my family for as long as possible. It would be the worst if any of them found out. Then I'd have to deal with them knowing I chose to get younger again.
I'd returned home a bit before dinner, making excuses to run straight up to my room and hide the package in my closet, ready for when bedtime came. And after that, I'd tried to distract myself, playing with my brothers, watching my mother make dinner, and us all eating as a family.
Little did they know, come the next morning I was going to be one of the little brothers.
And so now, I stand in front of my bed, weighing up my options. I have the instructions set in front of me, the protection, the pyjamas, and the pills. First things first, step one. Let's pick what protection I'm going to be wearing.
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