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Captioned Images Series: Thomas's Medallion Story
Created: 01/18/2025
Thomas, a fifteen year old boy, had been waiting all week to visit his cousin's house. He had just acquired the medallion of Zulu and wanted to try it out on his little cousin's Helen's clothes. Helen was a little six-year-old and Thomas thought it would be cool to become her for a few minutes. If the Medallion could do this, it could do anything.
When he got there, he found that Helen was out with his aunt and that only his other cousin Beth was home. He went into Helen's room, found an outfit, wrapped it in the Medallion and let the transformation do its work. He got smaller and smaller until he had become identical to his little cousin. But as he regressed, the Medallion became increasing large as compared with his diminishing hand. He held the medallion a bit too long as not only his body, but his mind started to transform into his six-year-old cousins As the transformation continued and his maturity dwindled, he dropped the medallion and it rolled under the furniture.
The apparel he was wearing had become too large for him. Trying to keep his pants up with his small size had become impossible. Thomas decided to dress in Helen's apparel, white blouse, pink skirt and white tights in case.
Determined to retrieve it, Thomas reached his arm as far under the chest of drawers as he could, his newly tiny fingers scrabbling at the dust-coated floor. His arm was too short. When his hair got into his way, Thomas found a scrunchy and put his hair into a ponytail. Frustrated, he stood and tried to lift the chest of drawers, grunting with the effort. It was far too heavy for him. Not ready to give up, he ran to find a stick—a long ruler—and slid it under the furniture, poking and sweeping it back and forth. Still, the brooch remained out of reach.
Minutes turned into a half-hour. Thomas’s face was smudged with dust, and the white tights were streaked with dirt from his repeated trips to the floor. His carefully chosen outfit now looked as though he had spent the day playing in the yard. Frustrated and on the verge of tears, Thomas realized he couldn’t do this alone. He needed help.
Thomas hid his clothes in a corner and then went to find Beth, his older cousin. Beth, who was fourteen and far more practical, took one look at Thomas’s disheveled appearance and listened to his breathless explanation about the “expensive” brooch. He followed Thomas back to the room, rolled up her sleeves, and carefully helped move the chest of drawers out of the way.
To their astonishment, there was nothing under the furniture. Thomas’s eyes widened, and his mouth fell open. “But it was right here!” he insisted, pointing at the floor. Beth crouched down, shining a flashlight into every corner, but the brooch had vanished.
Beth stood and placed a comforting hand on Thomas’s shoulder. “Don’t worry,” she said gently. “Sometimes things turn up when you least expect them. Let’s get you cleaned up first.”
Beth led Thomas to the bathroom, where she helped him wash his hands and face. The once-bright tights and blouse were beyond saving, so Beth found Thomas a fresh outfit: a yellow dress with daisies on it and new white socks. Thomas still looked a bit sad, so Beth braided his hair and tied it with a pink ribbon, telling his stories to make him laugh.
While Beth was cleaning up Thomas, Thomas's aunt and the real Helen returned. Helen had could the Medallion, it had been kicked from under the furniture by the stick that Thomas had used and she had transformed herself by accident into Thomas. She had just completed dressing in Thomas's clothes when discovered.
When Thomas saw Helen, he said, “That's my body, give it back!”
The new Thomas just treated everything that the new Helen said as a joke. “I don't wanna,” the new Thomas said in a mock tone and a huge smile.
The new Helen was stuck as he was. There wasn't anything he could do about it. He had Helen's body and maturity and the new Thomas, when he left Helen's house, had his body, maturity and most importantly the medallion.
End.
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