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“So, is it okay to meet up at 5?” asked Cole, nervously while red in the face. Jenny smiled, “Okay, but no rugrats. I've got sitter for my little brothers. They can handle yours too. We just need to okay it with the parents.” Jack looked at Cole and Jenny as they talk for the doorway. He still couldn't believe how large his former friend and his now big sister were from his perspective. In less than a week the boy had gone from a bike riding teenager of 14, able to walk home on his own and ring his friends on his smartphone, to a small cherubic faced toddler imprisoned in a playpen, reduced to sitting in his training pants while watching strangely enthralling programming appropriate for a three-year-old. Not content with watching his former friend and his sister by the door, Jack was waiting for a moment where he could go and plead his case one final time, hoping by some miracle that Cole would believe him. Meanwhile, his freshly regressed brother Sam was playing on his Nintendo

It was a warm, sunny Summer day at the big city baseball stadium. The lines along the diamond were freshly drawn by the chalker, and the grass was neatly and recently cut. The teams were in their dugouts, some practicing pitching and hitting. The crowd was pouring in, filling up the seats and enjoying fresh buckets of popcorn, large sodas, beer, and hot dogs. Everyone was ready to watch the big game, but had no idea how important it would be. Earlier, two buses pulled up with a team of burly baseball players in each one. They got out and filed into the locker room to change. Each would playfully tease the others as they got undressed and a lot of hairy, manly flesh was exposed. Almost all of them had a mustache or beard carefully groomed and brushed. After getting dressed, the home team discuss a new sponsor's orders. “Okay team, gather up.” said the coach, a man in his late fifties with graying hair. “We have a new sports drink to test today. It's made by Rejuvix and claims to help