Blaze strolled into the locker room, fresh from his last class and already anticipating the freedom gym class offered. His duffle bag swung lightly over his shoulder as he nodded at a few classmates, heading straight to his usual locker. Today was going to be easy—basketball practice, some free time, and no real assignments to worry about. He tossed his bag onto the bench, humming lightly under his breath as he opened the locker and began pulling out his clothes.
But then, something felt… off.
Blaze frowned, holding up what was supposed to be his gym shirt. It was smaller. *A lot* smaller.
"What the…?" He held the shirt at arm's length, confused. It wasn’t just a little off in size. This thing could barely fit a middle schooler. The sleeves were absurdly tight, and the length—there was
