"Are you ready to go swimming?"
"Yeah," you answer.
"You don't have your swim shorts on," James says looking at your waist.
"Ooops," you say looking down," I'll get dressed, make yourself at home."
"Ok," James says still a little uneasy.
You walk out of the kitchen and grab the Wishing Powder and head up the groaning stairs and head into Mike's room and head towards his underwear/sock/swim trunk drawer. You open it up and notice all the huge sizes and then realize you're huge now. You fish out the largest swim shorts you can find and shut Mike's door and take off your shorts and underwear and slowly try to fit the new shorts on.
Sure enough, they don't even make it up pass your knees.
"Darn," you sigh and slide the shorts back down your leg and put your shorts back on and head towards your Dad's room.
In your Dad's room you head over and pick up his short and go to put them on.
You hear James call your name downstairs.
"Yeah?" you ask opening the door.
"You coming?" asks James.
"Almost ready," you answer.
You shut the door and pull up your Dad's swim shorts.
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