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Kaz gingerly reached his hand to his head, probing through his curly hair. He winced as his fingers brushed against a lump, the skin swollen and scraped. A smear of dried blood clung to his scalp. As his hand trailed down his face, his fingers paused at his eye. His breathing stopped, and without thinking, he rubbed at the spot, his fingers slick with moisture.
“Oh, for fuck's sake.” Kaz spat, his voice embarrassingly squeaky. He gagged, and disgust curdled in his stomach.
He couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t just his body. It wasn’t just his voice. He was crying.
Kaz slammed his fist against the cobbles in front of him driven by thoughtless anger. A white-hot stab of pain shot up his entire arm. His hand screamed, and he hissed between his teeth. He stared, dumbfounded, at his offending hand. It was so small. Small enough to make his breath catch. Kaz looked down at the rest of himself. He was small.
Tiny, in fact. His clothes, once snug and carefully tailored, now hung off him. His button-up shirt, now the only thing covering him, reached his knees and hung like a rag. His body had been shrunk down. He was reduced. Less. Young.
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Kaz wakes up in his four year old body.